A bloody conflict?
Qin Shi nodded. He didn't find it particularly strange.
Whether in the Old Era or the new age,
Martial Artists who made a name for themselves and founded their own schools inevitably got into disputes, damaged relationships, and came to blows.
And when they encountered a hot-tempered expert, it was indeed easy for things to go wrong.
Otherwise, the Dongxia Republic wouldn't have been in such a hurry to establish the Martial Arts Association, calling in several marshals to oversee the situation and bring these powerful figures, who loved nothing more than using force to flout the law, under control.
"Above Professional Level 1, one might be called a grandmaster. A grandmaster who establishes a dojo and gathers tens of thousands of disciples wields tremendous influence. If they make enemies and a feud takes root, it can fester for generations, ending only when one side is dead."
Chen Yun had read several important case files and knew some of what was going on.
"Before the Martial Arts Association was planned, cases of disciples seeking revenge and bringing disaster upon entire families were all too common. To establish a new order, stability had to come before everything else. That's how the Martial Arts Association came into being."
Qin Shi sipped his juice, enjoying the cool breeze. Its faintly sweet and sour taste lifted his spirits.
He had a temporary license and some law-enforcement authority.
He was actually looking forward to trouble finding him, so he could get some practice in.
Besides, with Old Liang, Old Chen, and Old Ren backing him, he had three powerful pillars behind him.
No matter what sort of river-crossing dragon or mountain bandit came along, they'd have to keep their heads down and behave.
"Come on. I'll take you to get your equipment.