Thinking about the setback he had suffered in the woods outside the county town, Xie Yun felt a faint pang in his heart.
That mysterious master had delivered an astonishingly powerful kick, and the shock it had given him was unforgettable even now. Sadly, the man had appeared only for a fleeting moment and never shown himself again. Who was he, exactly?
Xie Yun had no interest at all in the successive challengers battling to defend the ring. Instead, he was lost in thought.
The man had used only an entry-level basic leg technique.
Though the man had covered his face, his features had still been clearly visible. He looked very young, probably no older than twenty. When he left, he had walked away at an unhurried pace, not taking the Herb Gathering Hall's law-enforcement disciples seriously at all.
Those were the only few clues he had.
He had always regarded the man as a master of peerless leg techniques and had searched among the hall's finest practitioners, but he still hadn't found him. But what if he looked at it another way? Perhaps the man knew only entry-level leg techniques and was merely an utterly ordinary, anonymous disciple of the hall, without the slightest fame?
A thought suddenly thundered through Xie Yun's mind—a possibility so mad it was almost unthinkable.
To a master capable of defeating him with a single kick, status and fame were basically meaningless. The man simply didn't care about such petty things. He only wanted to remain hidden in the Herb Gathering Hall.
At the thought, Xie Yun felt a sudden, inexplicable excitement. He abruptly looked into the crowd, searching for the water-carrying disciple whose back had seemed familiar. But the young disciple had already finished delivering the water and left. Could that have been