To make money, they've even twisted martial arts to this extent. No wonder Great Xia has so many superficial martial artists. Shi Yongxin, you've really outdone yourself!
Zhang Beixing shook his head and sighed.
He knew that in this era of rapid technological development, the decline of martial arts was inevitable. Still, seeing ancient martial arts so distorted—transformed from lethal techniques into mere stage performances—made him, a martial artist of Great Xia, inevitably uncomfortable. He resolved that today, when he faced those Eighteen Arhats, he would unleash his full strength and vent the frustration in his heart!
Just as Zhang Beixing was contemplating how to fight, a hesitant call came from behind him.
"Brother Beixing?"
Hearing this, Zhang Beixing turned to see a spirited young man wearing sunglasses and a sun hat, who had appeared behind him at some unknown point.
