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With Wang Dali's terrifying skills, he's no ordinary person!

If it were that night in Anlan's garage.

With his help.

Perhaps then I wouldn't need to forcefully use forbidden techniques to escape.

Thinking this, Lin Xuan raised his eyes, his gaze becoming serious:

"Brother Wang, it might be dangerous for you to come with me."

How dangerous is it?!

Upon hearing this, Wang Dali excitedly clapped Lin Xuan's hands.

This isn't fear, it's excitement!

That kind of excitement and anticipation that comes from the very core of my being.

Well, a pure warmonger! This is a born warrior; his pursuits are indeed completely different from those of ordinary people.

"Hmm... the opponent I'm facing should be someone like... you."

"Also a successor of ancient martial arts?"

"Perhaps."

"Great! How can we play?"

"The kind of fight to the death..."

"Cool!!!"

As he spoke, Wang Dali lifted Lin Xuan high into the air.

He was so excited he almost shouted.

Since coming down the mountain, apart from the fight with Lin Xuan at the bar, he has spent the rest of his time fooling around with Wang Xiaoli.

Not only did I not get a good time, but I almost went in several times.

Lin Xuan was speechless. Seeing the strange looks he was getting from the people around him, he quickly asked Wang Dali to put him down.

"It's really dangerous! Brother Wang, you should think this through. Aren't you scared?"

"Brother Lin, I've never known the meaning of fear in my life! Just tell me, when is there going to be a fight? As long as it's not some small-time brawl like the Tong family's! It's not serious enough."

If Tong Yao and Tong Yuan were here, they would definitely not know what to say upon hearing this.

There were more than forty professional thugs, including one or two who were skilled fighters.

In his mouth, it was actually just a minor incident?

Lin Xuan smiled helplessly and finally nodded:

"Alright, since Brother Wang isn't afraid, I won't be coy either. From now on, we're brothers!"

"happy!"

Wang Dali was overjoyed and patted Lin Xuan's shoulder forcefully with his large, fan-like hand.

The slap made Lin Xuan grimace, and his internal injuries churned again.

"So what should I do now? Go to the company with you?"

Wang Dali was eager to try.

"No rush, there shouldn't be anything happening these next couple of days. Come on, let's go grab some coffee, it's on me."

"Hey, what's so good about coffee? It's so bitter."

"All the white-collar workers in the city drink this!"

What is a white-collar worker?

......

The corner of the cafe is softly lit.

Wang Dali took a sip of the black coffee in front of him, without sugar or milk, and smacked his lips:

"This stuff isn't as potent as alcohol."

Lin Xuan smiled, stirred his latte, thought for a long time, and then spoke:

"Brother Wang, there's something I'd like to ask you."

"Speak!" Wang Dali said decisively.

"How much do you know about the inheritors of ancient martial arts? Can you tell me?" Lin Xuan raised his eyes and looked at him calmly.

This question startled Wang Dali. He put down his cup, a look of surprise on his face.

"Brother Lin, you...you're not a successor of ancient martial arts?"

His surprise was genuine, not feigned.

Lin Xuan's heart tightened slightly, but his face remained expressionless:

"no."

"How is that possible?"

Wang Dali frowned and looked Lin Xuan up and down again.

"No wonder... when we sparred at the bar that night, your style was really strange, it was indeed like... well, I can't quite put my finger on it, but that feeling, that aura of yours! It's definitely not an ordinary person."

As he spoke, he began to struggle with his own thoughts.

In the end, I still couldn't quite believe it.

Lin Xuan picked up his coffee and took a sip, using this action to conceal his inner turmoil.

really!

The "true essence" within one's own body can be sensed by those who truly understand it.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Xuan decided to tell the truth:

"My situation is a bit special...it's hard to explain, but I'm definitely not one of your people, nor am I a successor of any ancient martial arts."

"That's why I'm asking you, since I know nothing about your rules."

Wang Dali stared at Lin Xuan for several seconds, his eyes bright and piercing.

He nodded, didn't ask any further questions, and chose to believe.

"Alright, Brother Lin, since you asked, I'll tell you everything I know."

He organized his thoughts and began to speak:

"I was chosen by my master when I was young and brought back to the mountains. My master is a descendant of ancient martial arts, but I can't say which lineage he is, because there are rules."

Lin Xuan nodded: "Of course."

"He told me that the ancient martial arts tradition has a long history, but it has declined in modern times. At least in our country, there are only eight branches that are clearly still in complete lineage."

"Eight branches?"

Lin Xuan tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously.

Wang Dali nodded:

"Yes, eight branches, but I don't know exactly which eight branches, because to be honest, I'm just a latecomer to the lineage, and apart from my master, I've never met anyone from my branch."

He paused, then looked at Lin Xuan:

"My master said that, apart from these eight orthodox sects, there should be no other ancient martial arts forces that have gained any real influence now."

Lin Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

Is that all?

What does this mean to me?

A lineage that resembles unorthodox cultivation... a heretical path?

Or is it an outlier that is not recognized by the so-called orthodoxy?

Even... an enemy?

He suppressed the countless questions in his mind and continued to ask:

"What about the unorthodox ones? Aren't there any like those independent practitioners, or other different paths?"

Wang Dali thought for a moment: "There are definitely independent practitioners. My master said there were quite a few in the early years, but they were all incomplete lineages, not only were they unlikely to achieve great things, but also..."

As he spoke, he picked up his coffee and took a sip.

He glanced at the four tables, making sure there weren't many people around, before continuing:

"About thirty years ago, a major event occurred! My master never told me the specifics, only that it involved almost all the ancient martial arts practitioners in the country! Even some foreign forces started to emerge!"

"Thirty years ago?"

Lin Xuan nodded, but didn't really understand.

Because at that time, I wasn't even born yet.

"Yes, it was because of that incident that the domestic ancient martial arts community suffered a great loss of vitality, and there were fewer and fewer independent practitioners. In the end, they either joined the Eight Branches or the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance."

Thirty years ago...

event...

Many traditions have been broken...

The more Lin Xuan listened, the more mysterious it seemed.

This sounds like something out of a novel.

How can such illogical things still exist in modern society?

But when I think about my legacy, I feel at ease.

"So, what happened thirty years ago?" Lin Xuan asked tentatively.

Wang Dali shook his head, deeply moved: "I asked him countless times, but he never said anything. I only overheard him talking nonsense to himself once when he was drunk."

"What?"

"This world is broken."