Two hours earlier.
Cui Hao had barely left the martial arts academy when a disciple came rushing back and found Xu Dian.
"Master..." The disciple panted. "Yu Yunguag was beaten to death!"
"Is that true?" Xu Dian shot to his feet, slamming the table.
"Truer than iron! I got close enough to see his corpse."
"Tell me about the wounds."
"His left elbow joint was pierced through by a bone spur, his right kneecap was torn out. The fatal wound was probably a broken spine."
As an experienced martial artist, Xu Dian understood at once. His voice rang out like a stone striking the ground. "Great Grappling Hand! He died by his own technique!"
Then Xu Dian looked out the window.
He wondered: Yu Yunguag was a genius raised by the Tu Family, with a chance of reaching Dark Force.
Wouldn't the Tu Family go mad over the death of such a promising genius?
At the same time, in the Tu Family hall, the family head, Tu Yi, stared at Yu Yunguag's corpse, his face livid.
A genius had died just like that! He demanded, "Have you found out the cause of death?"
The martial artist stopped examining the corpse and stood up, his voice full of disbelief. "It was Great Grappling Hand."
"What!?" Tu Yi's eyes widened. "Isn't that your technique?"
"It is my technique..." The martial artist tried to explain. "But I'm not the only one who knows Great Grappling Hand."
"Everyone is to be here within an hour!" Tu Yi suspected someone had been jealous of Yu Yunguag's talent for martial arts and envied the resources he had, so they had murdered him.
Soon, everyone had gathered. Tu Yi and the martial artist inspected every disciple for injuries.
They found nothing.
As usual, Cui Hao