"Have your Yikun Sect send out someone who can fight."
Li Ping'an stood in the center of the Main Peak's square.
At that moment, the disciples still in the square had yet to react.
They all looked toward the man who had suddenly barged in.
"Scatter!!"
An authoritative voice rang out.
The disciples scattered in all directions as though they had received an imperial decree.
Soon, Li Ping'an was the only person left in the center of the vast square.
He had no intention of attacking the Yikun Sect's other disciples, either.
Every grievance had its culprit, every debt its debtor.
A burly man arrived right afterward.
He was the peak master of the Yikun Sect's Changhan Peak; those familiar with him were accustomed to calling him Martial Fool.
Though a peak master, he did not manage the peak's affairs.
Now, a keen light shone in the man's eyes.
Although he could sense no imposing aura from his opponent, his instincts as a martial artist
filled him with immense excitement.
Li Ping'an raised his hand, holding a fist out in front of him.
He assumed a plain, unadorned boxing stance.
In the man's eyes, his opponent's aura surged in that instant,
becoming extraordinarily formidable.
"Phew~"
At that very moment, the energy within the man's body seemed to freeze.
He actually took half a step back without thinking.
It was an instinct, an unconscious reaction his body made when faced with an enemy whose strength far surpassed his own.
But the man soon steadied the energy within him.
Even if he died in today's battle, it would have been worth it.
The man smiled, gathering his fist intent together.
"Come!!"
Bang-!!!
This was more than a single strike; it was like a pebble thrown into a tranquil pond.
The man's answer