Streaks of light approached with extreme speed, showing no mercy and intent on claiming life. Hang Yong's heart trembled as he saw his dazed and bewildered younger fellow disciple, and from nowhere, a surge of strength burst forth, propelling him forward with a fierce lunge.
Yet it was a full-force strike designed to establish dominance by a Middle Third Rank Martial Artist; even if he gave it his all, it was futile. The best outcome would simply be to be nailed to the ground alongside his disciple.
The sword tassel his mother had given him still hung at his waist.
It was the very one the always-smiling young master had thrown to him after he had mustered the courage to speak with those men in black, saying that since it was a gift from his mother, it should be cherished and protected well.
Hang Yong clenched his teeth tightly and closed his eyes, the bright yellow sword tassel fluttering.
Mother... I have failed you...
With a thunderous explosion, the energy burst forth!
