Fighting for Peace

Zhang Yang stopped. No one was getting up to charge at him anymore.

"Well?"

Zhang Yang spoke casually as he stood before Zhao Lei and offered him a hand.

Zhang Yang was a man of principle who kept his word. He had done what he said he would, even though he couldn't trust the other side to do the same.

Zhao Lei nodded in silence. He was unwilling to concede, but Zhang Yang's strength was terrifying. He had no choice but to accept it, or he would end up even worse off.

Smack.

In the end, Zhao Lei took Zhang Yang's hand, and Zhang Yang pulled him to his feet.

Zhao Lei felt awful all over. His body ached from Zhang Yang's kicks, and his pride was wounded. In this world, strength still had the final say.

"Fine, you're strong. But I hope—"

"Boy, enough of your arrogance!"

A hollow voice suddenly rang through the hall. Everyone was startled, but smiles appeared on the faces of those still lying on the floor. They had hope again.

"Master?"

Zhao Lei was stunned. He had searched for Huo Siyi for so long without finding a trace of him, yet now that the fighting was over, Huo Siyi had suddenly appeared.

"Master, where are you?"

Hope was right before them. Excited Martial Arts Association members endured the pain and scrambled to their feet.

"Not bad, boy. You showed some honor, too. You didn't keep hurting my disciples. Now that this old man is here, I won't miss the chance to spar with you."

The voice now came from the doorway. An old man with the bearing of an immortal stood there, his dark hair loose and stirring in the breeze as he approached at an unhurried pace.

Every step carried the presence and