The wind had stilled.
The sun seemed to have hidden behind the clouds, and the sky darkened.
The air seemed to solidify, and everyone's gaze fell on the two men on the platform.
"I've long heard that Master Guan's Tiger Subduing Fist is unrivaled under heaven. May I have the honor of seeing it today?"
Wei Zhendong spoke.
"It's said that Master Wei's Eagle Claw Skill and Iron Cloth Shirt are both peerless. I've also long wanted to see them for myself!"
Guan Lie replied calmly.
"They're about to fight!"
In a private room at the teahouse, Shen Kaijiang and the other two rose and went to the window, their eyes fixed intently on the platform. Both men were true peak Hua Jin experts. Even watching them should be a valuable experience.
"Who do you think will win?"
Chen Yingzhong asked in a low voice.
"Wei Zhendong."
"After all, he's an Inner Sect disciple of the Eagle Claw Sect. And so far, no one has been able to break through Wei Zhendong's Iron Cloth Shirt!"
Zhou Yundong said gravely.
Shen Kaijiang and Chen Yingzhong said nothing, but their expressions made their opinion clear. They weren't optimistic about Guan Lie either. After all, Guan Lie was already over fifty, while Wei Zhendong was in his prime. Their stamina had a natural disparity.
At that moment, three people were seated in a private room at the neighboring restaurant.
One of them was Qin Linshan. The other two were—
One was Luo Jiangyan, dressed in white as pure as snow, her manner cool and aloof. The other was a man in his thirties.
In front of the two, Qin Linshan sat off to the side, his expression respectful.
"Jiangyan, who do you think will win?"
The middle-aged man looked at Luo Jiangyan's profile