Looking at Qin Jiuge, then at Chu Wentian, those two names carried the air of natural archrivals. At the very least, they were rare rivals worthy of competing against each other.
Chu Wentian truly knew how to find himself a good opponent. That skill was no small thing—genuinely eye-opening.
Yet as the three of them spoke among themselves, the veteran soldiers inside the tent all sneered in unison.
They exchanged another glance, then continued their taunts. "People these days are getting more and more disrespectful. If we'd known it would be like this, we shouldn't have shown them a friendly face. We should've let them learn who the real masters here are."
"That's right, Boss. These little cats and monkeys learned a few peasant tricks at home and thought the world was only this big."
"Today, us brothers will give them a proper lesson and let them see who the real boss is among the thirty-six camps of the Heavenly Policy Guard."
As their voices fell one after another, it was clear how perfectly in tune they were with one another. When they made their move, they were just as swift.
With a whoosh, a gust of fist force swept in. The bald veteran's Arhat Fist came crashing down, and Xu Li met it with an Arhat Fist of his own.
Arhat Fist was the most widespread common boxing art in this mortal dynasty. Though it was a mass-market skill, a manual still cost at least five taels of silver.
Besides Arhat Fist, there was also Sweeping Leg, while Lightness Skills included Grass on Flying.
But as the saying went, "The poor pursue letters, the rich pursue martial arts."
Even such basic skills were absolutely beyond what ordinary people could afford.
Thus, anyone who had mastered Arhat Fist and Sweeping