A Martial Arts Grandmaster with Godlike Power

"Gah—"

Chang Wu was stunned. He had known Zhang Yang could handle himself, but he had never imagined he was this formidable. No human should have been capable of that.

"Could he be a..."

The lackey beside Chang Wu gaped, almost blurting out a disrespectful word—ghost.

Ordinary people simply could not move fast enough to leave afterimages. This was practically the speed of light. Surely no one could be faster!

"He's a god!" Chang Wu had already accepted Zhang Yang as his boss, so his words carried a generous dose of flattery.

"A god, yes, a god..." his lackey echoed repeatedly.

Indeed, in ordinary people's eyes, Zhang Yang was a being with supernatural powers.

Everyone in this world believed in martial arts, and many had devoted time and effort to practicing them.

Those skilled in martial arts were often regarded as little more than hired muscle. They rarely commanded much respect and were generally called Martial Artists.

Above martial arts stood the Martial Dao; above Martial Artists stood Martial Arts Masters.

Those who reached the level of Martial Arts Master could establish a school and take disciples. Vast numbers of them were scattered among the various sects.

Beyond Martial Arts Master, one truly entered the Martial Dao, and Martial Arts Grandmasters stood at its very pinnacle.

Jiao Long was a professional assassin. In terms of his cultivation in the Martial Dao, he ranked as a Martial Arts Master. But in this technologically advanced age, martial skills were no longer the only means of killing. Blades and swords were out of fashion and inconvenient to carry. A single handgun could replace everything he had learned.

Jiao Long had demonstrated his martial skills earlier. They were adequate—enough to establish a school and take disciples—but he had been away from unarmed combat for