"The main event's here."
Yang Chu looked at Xiahou Wu, who was standing on the railing, and slowly stepped aside.
Although he had just exchanged a couple of moves with Fu Shengtai, tonight's stage clearly wasn't his.
He had come to watch the match because he wanted to study these people's techniques and add them to his "database" of human fighting methods.
He could already come up with plenty of moves targeting human weaknesses himself, but the techniques passed down through generations had been refined through countless trials and improvements. Their methods of generating power could still inspire him.
Yang Chu was also deeply curious about just how far the human body's limits could be pushed.
What fascinated and excited him had never been "kung fu" itself, but the training methods humans had developed to improve their combat abilities, and the fighting techniques used to put those abilities to work.
After Yang Chu stepped aside, the seven men present first glanced at him, then turned their attention to Xiahou Wu, who was standing on the railing. To these leg-fighting experts, Yang Chu was no longer a challenger. He was here to back Xiahou Wu up and lend support for tonight's challenge.
This time, it wasn't Tan Jingyao, known as the King of Northern Legs, who spoke first. Instead, the tall, long-legged man in sportswear, with his striking appearance and bearing, was the first to speak. His tone was no longer as courteous as before, but carried a hint of coldness. "So you're the one who summoned us? Who are you, exactly? Where did you get our information?"
"Xiahou Wu of the Unity Sect!"
As everyone turned to look at him, Xiahou Wu's expression gradually brightened. He clasped his hands in greeting, swept his gaze across their faces, and introduced them