Outside the city.
The mountain forest was tranquil, moonlight flowing like water.
"Who are you?" The mysterious Grandmaster stood atop a towering tree crown, his hands clasped behind his back. The night wind stirred his long robe, displaying the bearing of a true powerhouse.
"One who hides their head and shows their tail has no right to ask my name!" Jiang Ning said.
"Hides their head and shows their tail?" The mysterious Grandmaster looked at Jiang Ning, then chuckled. "Aren't you the same?"
Then he said, "Fine! Since you refuse to reveal yourself, I'll capture you first and force the answer out of you!"
The moment his words fell.
The air abruptly grew heavy. Jiang Ning could feel a gaze beneath that black cloak, sharp as a sword piercing the void, making every hair on his body stand on end.
The next moment.
The mysterious Grandmaster moved from the treetop.
As he advanced, he seemed like a ghost gliding forward. Yet the hood over his head did not stir in the slightest.
"Let this old man see what sort of face is hidden beneath that mask of yours."
He surged forward, rapidly closing in on Jiang Ning.
But Jiang Ning noticed the withered, gaunt hand stretching out like an eagle's claw.
He's no youngster!
The thought flashed through his mind, and he clenched his hand into a fist.
Perfect. I'll use you to test my current fist art!
He threw a punch.
Red, black, white, yellow, and green radiance spilled from his fist.
Each finger corresponded to a ray of a different color.
The five colors merged in his palm.
They seemed fused into one, yet also as distinct as the Jing and Wei Rivers, filled with a severe sense of division.
At the same time.
The world around them