Night Owl, Monstrous Strength, Flock of Crows

The two words left Meng Chuan's mouth, and Night Owl gave a slight cupped-fist salute. The eyes visible above the lower half of his face, blocked by his fists and palms, sharpened by three degrees. "I am [Moonlit Night Owl Spear · Huo Zhan], of the Chencang Huo Family."

Meng Chuan nodded without betraying anything, inwardly thoughtful. Chencang... the Huo Family that uses spears, right...

He had quite a history with the Huo Family.

Back when he was still a Martial Practitioner and had taken part in the Supernova Competition, Huo Yonglin's great spear had made him suffer bitterly.

In the end, he had only managed to win by enduring injury and relying on sheer ruthlessness.

As for now, Huo Yonglin should have broken through to Martial Artist already...

For those studying spear techniques, the Huo Family was indeed an immense mountain in Yong'an that could not be bypassed.

While learning the spear under Lu Zhuxiao, Meng Chuan had also indirectly learned some things about the Huo Family.

He had heard a little about the Huo Zhan before him as well.

A sixth-generation disciple of the Huo Family, nearly thirty years old and right on the threshold of Great Chu's younger generation; Huo Yonglin's biological elder brother. His strength was anything but ordinary, someone Meng Chuan would have needed to look up to two years ago.

But now...

His own steps should not be too far behind the other man's.

A body transformed by gang was utterly different from a "mortal body"; the changes were far too obvious.

To Meng Chuan's naked eye, and through his perception of aura—

Huo Zhan's martial cultivation had clearly not yet broken through the Fourth Limit.

Like himself, he was a Martial Arts Master.

He had merely gone somewhat farther, and in terms of