Seeing Liu Qingyang, broadaxe in hand, clash with Mi Kong, who wielded a blunt copper rod, Zhang San smiled. "Great Gang Leader Ou, Zhang here has little talent, but I would also like to exchange a few moves with you. Would you be willing to offer me some guidance?"
Ou Peng said, "That is exactly my intention. I wish to collect from Alliance Leader Zhang the blood debt owed for my two junior brothers."
"Ha ha ha." Zhang San laughed. "When one drifts through the martial world, how can one avoid the blade? Great Gang Leader, come at me. Zhang shall await you."
Ou Peng let out a cold snort through his nose. Without any visible exertion from his feet, his body drifted toward Zhang San like willow branches blown by the wind. Once close, he extended his right hand, pressed two fingers together, and jabbed at the major acupoint on Zhang San's chest. Zhang San did not dare be careless. He shifted slightly aside, his palms floating through the air as he unleashed a set of Great Qiankun Hand techniques, tangling with Ou Peng's secret Finger Technique.
The five members of the Righteous Path Alliance had been atop Misty Peak for scarcely a moment before three entered the fray, each engaging one of the three from the Misty Sect. The six men fighting in three separate groups were all leading figures of their respective factions, renowned masters of the martial world. This battle atop Misty Peak was not merely a test of personal martial skill—it concerned the survival of their sects. Who would dare hold back? The six displayed everything they had learned, strange and marvelous moves emerging in endless succession. Before long, danger flashed everywhere; there was no longer any of the restraint customary in a friendly spar.