The burly Chinese man smiled. "I wouldn't dare call myself a master. I'm Pang Tong, the owner of the Fierce Dragon Martial Arts Hall." "Fierce Dragon Martial Arts Hall?" Tang Changsheng had never heard of it.
Great Chu prized martial prowess, and traditional martial arts were flourishing. The Kung Fu Tournament, held every three years, was famous worldwide. It was a sport as popular as soccer or basketball.
Lufadan also had several well-known martial arts halls. But Tang Changsheng had never heard of this Fierce Dragon Martial Arts Hall.
"Ours is only a small martial arts hall," Pang Tong said, a little embarrassed. "But it's been here for nearly two hundred years, since my great-great-grandfather's time."
A trace of pride entered his voice as he said it.
"So you're Master Pang of the Fierce Dragon Martial Arts Hall!" Tang Changsheng smiled. At first glance, he had seen that Pang Tong practiced external martial arts and was no weakling.
Tang Changsheng had a keen eye. Hall Master Pang Tong's blood and vitality were extraordinarily strong, perhaps no less than those of an ordinary fierce beast.
How could someone this formidable be anything but an expert? Surely this could not be just a small martial arts hall.
"Thank you for saving my life, Master Pang. I have something to attend to, so I must head back now!"
Tang Changsheng was in no condition to linger. He was no longer dizzy every moment, but he still could not ignite his Heavenly Heart and felt terribly weak.
The urgent thing was to heal his injuries as soon as possible.
He tried to think the matter through, only for dizziness to wash over him. Even thinking felt like too much. It seemed the injury truly lay in his Sea of Consciousness and Spirit Terrace.
Injuries