The saying went, "The poor studied letters; the rich trained in martial arts."
How much could you make teaching people martial arts? How many lessons would it take before you could afford the resources for a single cultivation session?
Even if you taught a thousand people, it still wouldn't amount to a fraction of one month's income from monopolizing any industry.
Under these circumstances...
Anyone with even a little ambition and drive wouldn't play by the rules, let alone a martial artist who commanded superhuman power.
They wanted to do something with it.
They had a natural advantage in martial prowess that ordinary people could only dream of matching.
A fortune of ten million couldn't withstand a single punch from a Cocoon Breaker.
That saying went around the martial world for a reason.
"Oh, right."
After Zhao Jianji had drained a whole pot of tea, Wu Dao remembered that he'd asked him to make inquiries about Tan City while he was at it. "About Tan City—there really isn't the slightest bit of inside information you can share?"
The White Whale Martial Arts Hall's across-the-board avoidance of the place had left him uncertain about how strange the situation in Tan City really was.
If it was the kind of thing that was especially vicious...
Then it would be a real headache. In the short term, he could only look and not take a bite.
"Well..."
Zhao Jianji shook his head helplessly, seeming to have come up empty. His expression was gloomy, too.
To be honest...
Although he had complete confidence in Wu Dao, whom he now served—after all, the Second Rebirth had made him no small fry—
He was still uneasy about the Strange Calamity in Tan City.
The higher-ups at the White Whale Martial Arts Hall were keeping their mouths