The Martial Academy.
Brother Tiger had only just struck a pose, ready for a great battle, when the disciple in charge who emerged from the hall announced the rules of the test.
After listening briefly, he guessed that this test must have rigid restrictions and would likely subject him to suppression by the Heavenly Dao. For a brute-force god of war like Brother Tiger, such restrictions were undoubtedly rather uncomfortable.
He preferred straightforward combat: either you killed him, or he fucking killed you.
Whoosh!
Yin Tiger raised his hand and clenched it. The hurricane slowly dissipated, and the pitch-black giant saber returned to his consciousness space.
He leaped down from midair and said quietly, "You set the terms."
At the entrance, the disciple in charge, dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, beckoned with his hands behind his back. "Come with me."
With that, the two headed toward the rear courtyard.
Yin Tiger studied his surroundings and noticed a faint mass of light drifting inside the main hall. He had no idea what it was, but it was quite conspicuous.
He also tried approaching the inner hall, but as soon as he drew close, an irresistible pushing force enveloped his entire body, making him retreat involuntarily and preventing him from stepping forward.
The inner hall was protected by the rules of the Heavenly Dao. He could not enter it for now...
Looking thoughtful, Yin Tiger followed the other man into the rear courtyard with his hands behind his back.
Before long, the two stopped beside an oddly shaped broken bridge in the rear courtyard.
Yin Tiger looked ahead. On his side of the broken bridge stood two rows of wooden frames, each secured by four upright posts. Overhead ran a row of horizontal bars like a ladder, stretching a little over