When Zhao Tianba heard that they had agreed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "It's a deal! If you lose, the Kunlun Sect must surrender its mountain gate!" Lin Taichu shouted, "Enough nonsense! Who we send out is none of your business. Get someone out here!"
Zhao Tianba turned and discussed it with the retainer beside him for a few moments. The retainer nodded and stepped out from the crowd.
The retainer was a gaunt old man dressed in plain gray cloth. He looked unremarkable, but the aura he gave off as he stepped forward made everyone on the city wall frown.
Elder Li said in a low voice, "That's the Southern Fist Sect's old retainer. I heard he has practiced the Iron Sand Palm for fifty years, and he's even stronger than Zhao Tianba. Taichu, can you handle him?"
Lin Taichu smiled. "Don't worry, I have a way." With that, he flipped over the city wall and landed in the open ground between the two armies.
When Zhao Tianba saw that Lin Taichu was the one entering the fight, he froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Lin Taichu, a physician like you dares to duel? You're courting death!"
The old retainer narrowed his eyes as he sized Lin Taichu up. "Kid, I advise you to go back and send out someone who can fight. Otherwise, if I hit too hard, don't blame me for bullying the young."
Lin Taichu said nothing. He merely rolled his wrist. The injuries he had suffered in his earlier fight with Zhao Tianba had mostly healed after several days of treatment. He took several Silver Needles from his robe and concealed them in his palm. This was his trump card.
Seeing that Lin Taichu remained silent, the old