The old man handed over the secret manual.
Then, with a grave expression, he said, "I can give you this supreme art, Tiger Brake, but there are some things this old man must make clear to you beforehand."
Zhang Chu cupped his hands. "Please speak, Senior."
After pondering for a moment, the old man slowly said, "In the Martial World, spiritual supreme arts are scarce to begin with. Those that can be called perfect are rarer still. Though Tiger Brake is quite rare, its flaws are also immense. Its most fatal point is that it makes no distinction between friend and foe!"
"No distinction between friend and foe?" Zhang Chu's brow rose slightly.
He had seen no shortage of bizarre martial arts, yet he had never heard of such a strange drawback.
"Correct." The old man stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seeming to pierce through time as though he had recalled the past.
"This supreme art came from a vicious man four hundred years ago. Once it was unleashed, however much Spiritual Power the enemy suffered, the user would suffer an equal amount of backlash."
"Back then, that vicious man relied on this strange art to stir up who knew how many storms of blood and gore across the Jianghu."
At this point, the old man paused. The look in his eyes as he regarded Zhang Chu turned somewhat strange before he said, "Come to think of it, that vicious man's death was somewhat connected to you."
"Connected to me?" Zhang Chu asked in confusion.
"That's right. Because the one who ultimately eliminated that vicious man was True Man Heavenly Sage, one of the Twelve True Men of the Daoist Sect. Isn't your True Martial Temple a branch of the Daoist Sect?"
The old man spoke