The County Commandant of old had been unrivaled in martial arts across the county and held immense prestige among the soldiers. None of that could be faked.
In truth, the Lianjiang County he had once guarded had been remarkably peaceful. It might not have been free of bandits for a thousand li, but it had come close.
Before Black Wind Stronghold emerged, he had ventured into the mountains and along the rivers, wiping out countless mountain bandits and river pirates.
Perhaps he had grown lax later on, or perhaps Black Wind Stronghold had been too cunning. He had only stumbled this once, yet it had led to disaster.
Not only had he lost his official post, he had also been thrown in prison, with no hope left for the rest of his life.
Now that he had escaped prison, he had run into Zhao An again—and this time, he had lost his life.
He had struggled and strived for half his life, earning achievements and establishing a career, only for it all to end in vain.
It was not that the County Commandant had been all reputation and no ability. It was that Zhao An's strength was far beyond reason!
Every martial art he knew had reached great mastery, and that had made a remarkable difference to his strength.
Even though his Internal Breath cultivation could not compare at all, Zhao An could still win through his flawless, perfected martial techniques.
"You actually have such strength!" County Magistrate Tao Heng couldn't help exclaiming in astonishment.
Earlier, when he had been backed into a corner and on the verge of disaster, he had still managed to remain calm.
But now, after witnessing the formidable strength Zhao An had displayed, he could no longer keep his composure.
Was this really the talented