Choosing Martial Arts

But Lei Tong had an iron will. He showed not the slightest sign of losing his composure and merely said, "A bone's broken. It's nothing serious."

He wanted to ask why Lin Qing possessed such terrifying strength, but swallowed the question. Everyone had their secrets, and prying when they barely knew each other would be terribly rude.

"If it's nothing serious, I'm relieved. I've long admired you, Constable Chief Lei. If there's a chance, I'll treat you to a proper drink someday," Lin Qing said with a smile.

"The younger generation is formidable. There's no telling how far you'll go in the martial path. If you invite me for a drink, I'll be there." Lei Tong's expression was complicated.

"Haha, good! It's a promise!" Lin Qing smiled and turned toward the viewing platform. Qiu Changming was calling him over to explain matters concerning the Office Chief of the Netherworld Pacification Bureau.

Lei Tong rose and walked toward the crowd. Several physicians rushed over.

"Constable Chief Lei, how bad is your injury? Do you need our help?"

"No need. It's just a broken arm, nothing worth fussing over," Lei Tong said in a deep voice.

The physicians exchanged glances and said no more. A True Essence Realm Martial Artist's body healed remarkably well; a broken bone was hardly a grave injury and would mend in ten days at most.

As soon as Lei Tong returned to the crowd, a group surrounded him.

"Constable Chief Lei, what exactly happened back there?"

"That's right. Has Constable Chief Lin—no, Office Chief Lin—also entered the True Essence Realm?"

Everyone was curious. The fight had ended so quickly, and with the Qi Domain shrouding the platform, they had seen nothing. They had heard a tremendous crash, and then Lei Tong had fallen from the arena.

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