Tianji City, Tongwu Hall. White-haired Ning Chen and the blue-clad youth entered one after the other.
Inside the hall, shouts rose and fell in waves. On the arena, two burly men fought fiercely, their blows raining down like a storm and soaking the platform with sweat.
Below the stage, martial artists shouted, cheering the two men on.
At the back, Ning Chen sensed the battle on the stage and frowned slightly.
"Are these the martial artists you spoke of?" Ning Chen asked.
"Mm."
The blue-clad youth nodded. "What is it?"
Disappointment appeared on Ning Chen's face. These people were merely ordinary folk with some skill in fists and kicks, nowhere near worthy of being called martial artists.
On the arena, one of the men hoisted up his opponent and hurled him straight down.
"Who else!"
The man looked at the crowd below and roared.
Below the stage, everyone fell silent, not daring to answer.
"I will."
From the back, Ning Chen spoke calmly.
At those words, everyone turned to look at the white-haired young man behind them, surprise written across their faces.
"A blind man?"
Seeing the emptiness in the young man's eyes, the crowd asked in confusion.
Ning Chen stepped forward, stamped his foot, and leaped onto the arena.
"Blind man, did you come up here to seek death?" the man mocked as he looked at him.
"Please."
Ning Chen paid no heed to his words and spoke calmly.
The man snorted. Bare-chested, he said, "Come on. So no one says I'm bullying a blind man, I'll give you three moves."
"Thank you."
Ning Chen smiled. With one step, his figure swept before the man, so fast that no one could see clearly.
In the blink of an eye, Ning Chen struck, sending the man before him flying with