Standing beyond the black iron railing, Luen, the sect master of the Red Falcon Fist, murmured, "The Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist…"0

As he watched the battle between Cassius and Justin, he was almost certain that the fist techniques Cassius had used were indeed his father's Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist! Though the style seemed slightly different, the foundational movements were strikingly similar.0

Luen's suspicions were slowly hardening into certainty. The young combat artist in the arena was most likely a disciple of his father. It was an inexplicable instinct, but as he grew more certain, he refocused on the combat in the arena.0

Cassius continued to press Justin back, displaying an overwhelming combat ability, while Justin appeared somewhat disheveled. Luen couldn't help but feel a surge of relief in his heart. Subconsciously, he already regarded Cassius as one of his own. Justin had been making things difficult for the Red Falcon Fist gym for the past half month, so Luen had long been simmering with anger.0

Watching Justin being taught a lesson by his own man gave Luen a indescribable sense of satisfaction. He pressed his hand against the cold, black iron railing, the chill counteracting the heat in his palm.0

In the center of the arena, the two figures had clashed once again.0

After all, Justin was the sect master of Evil Eye Fist and had been a veteran combat artist for years. The difference in his combat ability now that he was completely serious was quite noticeable, as his...0