There were many masters in the Martial World. Some were masters of weapons—knives, spears, swords, halberds, whips, maces, hammers, sticks, axes, and so on. Other masters preferred to fight bare-handed, specializing in palm, fist, or leg techniques. Those who reached the pinnacle in their respective domains all earned particularly illustrious titles: Blade Sect, Spear Sect, Axe Sect, Palm Sect, Fist Sect, Leg Sect, and the like.
After making a name for themselves in Jianghu, most of them retired to focus on studying their own Martial Arts.
The title of World's Number One Master... indeed alluring. However, it's nothing more than an empty name.
Ling Chen shook his head, indifferent. He didn't consider the so-called World's Number One Master important at all.
"It's far from being an empty title." Mo Tao waved his hand, a glint in his eyes. "Being number one isn't just a casual boast. This title carries a profound destiny. Many people covet it; it's not merely a nominal title."
