Shi Potian was leading men in clearing the battlefield atop Mount Emei when he suddenly saw something coming up from below.
He took a look and rubbed his eyes. "How could anyone be so fat?"
The man probably weighed four hundred jin. He was not tall, and looked like a ball of flesh rolling up the mountain.
Yet this ball of flesh moved with light, nimble steps, his face unflushed and his breathing steady. He clearly possessed profound martial arts.
Bei Haishi spoke beside him. "Gang Leader, shall I go test him?"
Shi Potian stopped Bei Haishi. "You're no match for him. That's a Martial Arts Myth. I'll go greet him."
He felt that this ball of flesh might even be stronger than him. At least, if he were that fat, he could never have moved so well.
But his master was Lin Lang. No matter how strong the other man was, would he dare do anything to him?
The ball of flesh came up to Shi Potian. "Are you Lin Lang? You're going to marry my niece Dream?"
"I hear your saber techniques are good. Let me see just how strong they are!"
Shi Potian was just about to explain that the man had mistaken him for someone else and that his master was in seclusion, but the man's saber had already slashed down.
He hurriedly raised the Dragon Saber to block.
A single strike drove him back seven or eight steps before he stopped.
Moreover, he could tell that the man had held back at the last moment. Otherwise, the Saber Aura would definitely have injured him!
Who exactly was this man, with such formidable saber techniques? From his words, he sounded like Senior Second Saber Emperor's brother.
But he looked nothing like Mistress Dream, who stayed by