But the president had to maintain an upright demeanor in front of outsiders.
Lin Taichu's disciple, Zhu Yeqing, was not so fortunate. Once the Martial Arts Tournament learned that Zhu Yeqing was Lin Taichu's disciple, they began making things difficult for him.
Zhu Yeqing's opponent this time was the strongest expert in all of Jingzhou. Not only did he possess formidable martial techniques, but he could also combine modern weapons with those powerful techniques.
Most deadly of all was his True Qi Gun, which infused bullets with his true qi to deliver fatal strikes.
But Zhu Yeqing did not yet know his opponent's background, as the man's appearance had been far too mysterious. The man pulled down the Black Cloth covering his face, picked up a red spear beside him, and walked toward Zhu Yeqing.
"Who... who are you?" Zhu Yeqing looked at the man before him. He found him strangely familiar, yet could not recall where he had seen him before.
"Die!" the man said coldly before charging straight at him.
Bang! Bang! Two deafening blasts rang out. Zhu Yeqing staggered several steps back but was unharmed, while the Masked Man was sent flying and smashed into the wall.
"How could this be?" Zhu Yeqing cried out in shock. His attack just now had carried at least five hundred pounds of force.
That kind of power was difficult for even specially trained martial artists to withstand, much less ordinary people. Besides, he had used bullets.
Yet the Masked Man had forcibly endured his full-powered attack.
Zhu Yeqing found it unbelievable. If it had been anyone else, they would likely have lost their ability to fight long ago.
Yet the Masked Man appeared completely unscathed and slowly rose to his feet again. Zhu Yeqing frowned. The other man had clearly