"The Taiji Demon?"
Zhu Yuan's breath caught.
The biggest sensation in Foshan's Martial Arts World these days was the extraordinary young talent who had come from the north to challenge the Taiji Gate. Everyone was eagerly waiting for the spectacle.
Ever since Northern Fist had spread south all those years ago, Taiji, Xingyi, and Bagua had each enjoyed their heyday. But by now, only the Taiji Gate remained at the height of its influence. Men and women, young and old, on the streets might all know a move or two. Precisely because that influence had lasted so long, its disciples had more or less developed arrogant, overbearing habits, throwing their weight around and offending plenty of people, openly and otherwise.
Plenty of people wanted to challenge the Taiji Gate, but their skills fell short. Nor had there been any shortage of martial artists at odds with the sect in the past, but they had all met grim ends, either killed or crippled.
Now someone had stepped forward, someone from the same lineage as the Taiji Gate at that. Who wasn't waiting for the day of their showdown?
Apparently, the Taiji Gate had already issued its declaration a few days ago.
Once they stepped onto the platform, neither side would be held accountable for life or death.
They plainly intended a fight to the death.
Even though Zhu Yuan had long stayed out of the martial world, she had heard plenty about it. She had never imagined the man himself was right under her nose.
"What are you standing there for? Get behind me."
Only when Lian Youming spoke again did Zhu Yuan come to her senses. "Can you handle them alone?" she asked hesitantly.
With that, she turned and stood back-to-back with Lian Youming, guarding his rear.
Lian Youming considered