The Azure Hall's Senior Brother!

Bang!

Li Xiuwen slammed into him.

He hooked his right arm around Wang Daorong and leaped more than ten feet into the air.

Wang came crashing down from the sky!

The back of his head and his back struck the floor.

Every floorboard within a thirty-foot radius shattered.

Wang Daorong lay flat on the ground, still craving more.

When he came to his senses,

he watched the Azure Flame gradually fade from Li Xiuwen.

Wang Daorong let out a long sigh of relief.

He smiled happily.

"I lost... Senior Brother!"

Wang Daorong admitted defeat with a smile.

There was no resentment, not a trace of bitterness.

He was simply happy.

Happy to have found an opponent.

Happy with his own sudden insight.

This was what the Martial Way meant!

Li Xiuwen held out a hand and smiled. "In a way, you lost to the Sea Sand Style Grandmaster, not to me."

Wang Daorong's last-minute insight

had genuinely shaken Li Xiuwen.

He had actually tried to fuse the different extraordinary systems of East and West.

How many top-tier fighters could manage that?

Though he had failed, the attempt deserved a place in the Learning Society's annals. Because of them, this fight would leave a bold stroke across its history!

Li Xiuwen had also gained a sudden insight,

but his concerned only the development of techniques within his own style.

Wang Daorong's ambition was too great.

That was not to say it was a bad thing.

He had just taken a step so big he'd pulled something precious!

If Wang Daorong had truly managed to fuse East and West, forget Li Xiuwen—even those prodigies at the Dragon-Raising-Head Dharma Assembly would have been thrashed!

In this fight,

Li Xiuwen had brought out roughly eighty percent of his strength. He still had a few