The sea breeze blew gently beneath ten thousand miles of drifting clouds.
Under the clear blue sky, Yang Shuang practiced her martial arts on the beach, working through the Taiji Old Frame.
This old frame had been passed down through the lineage of Yang Luchan's third son, Yang Banhou.
Two invincible masters in one school. This man, too, had once shaken Beijing with his fame. After Yang Luchan, he had been the next domineering practitioner of Yang-style Taiji Fist to defeat every challenger in the capital. Sadly, he had died young.
Even Lian Youming thought this Taiji Grandmaster might well have encountered some unknown, terrifying threat to his life, just like Du Xinwu. One Yang Luchan was already astonishing enough. If another figure who stood supreme over the martial world appeared, backed by the Taiji Gate's tremendous reputation and prestige, they would certainly arouse fear.
Lian Youming felt rather wistful, too. Even now, he did not know the Mountain-Guarding Old Man's name, much less the reasons behind it all.
But none of that mattered. In this battle, everything would be settled.
Lian Youming wore a white shirt and green army trousers, his sleeves rolled up. His features had grown increasingly rugged, and a fierce masculinity radiated from him, inside and out. At some point, a faint growth of facial hair had appeared on his cheeks, lending him a little more maturity.
He sat to one side, simply circulating his energy and regulating his breathing.
Three Energies Martial Artists still needed to practice physical movements to express their thoughts and intentions and hone themselves. But from Foresight onward, the mind began to govern the entire body. There was no longer any need to move their limbs. With a mere stir of thought, they could pursue the Martial Way within their own