WHAP.
Wang Xi remained silent, taking the plaque from the two trembling young men of the Three Rivers Gang.
Then he turned and walked toward Master Huo.
"Xizhi, what is...?"
Huo Mingchuan stood frozen, a mixture of shock and confusion in his eyes. It was as if he had never truly known this disciple of his.
In that fleeting moment, the technique his disciple had used was clearly their Huo Family's ancestral Palm Technique, yet it also contained elements of a Fist Technique and a Leg Technique.
Huo Mingchuan couldn't make heads or tails of it.
'How can three distinct disciplines be fused into one?'
'It's completely impossible!'
But when his disciple executed it, there was no sense of disharmony. It was as if... as if the Huo Family's Martial Arts were always meant to be used this way!
"Master, I'll explain later when we have time."
Wang Xi smiled and handed the plaque to Yu Ruiyang, who was standing beside him.
"Brother Yu, hold it steady. This is our martial hall's sign."
