Two figures approached the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall.

The leader was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen, with black hair and black eyes. He was handsome, and his every move radiated a subtle air of authority.

"Is this the 'Lord' you were referring to?"

Mr. Liao, a middle-aged man, raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Peregrine Falcon.

Ignoring him, Peregrine Falcon merely bowed respectfully to the newcomer, greeting him.

Mr. Liao couldn't help but notice the Crimson Bear Level emblem imprinted on the left chest of the young man's follower, causing his pupils to contract slightly.

Initially, he had assumed that the representative Yellow Bear had sent to meet him would be someone of the Crimson Bear Level. Outside Sum Nation, the high-level Yellow Bear figures one could encounter were mostly at the Crimson Bear Level.

However, given the current display, he feared this might be the scion of some important figure above the Crimson Bear Level, coming to learn spear techniques from him.

At this thought, Mr. Liao felt somewhat relieved.

Youth also implied being easily managed. It seemed his teaching duties on this trip would be much more relaxed than he had anticipated.

The young man soon approached Mr. Liao. He looked mild-tempered and even smiled politely at him.

Mr. Liao acknowledged with a reserved salute, clasping his fists.

"Mr. Liao Yu is the chairman of the Southeast Spear Skill Association, the vice-chairman of Sum Country's Spear Association, and the Vice Chairman of Sum Country's Cold Weapons Fighting Association," Peregrine Falcon quickly introduced the middle-aged Mr. Liao to Lu Yuan. "He is a master of Ancient Martial Arts who has reached the realm of True Intention with his spear skills, a true spear expert."

Hearing this, Mr. Liao smiled without speaking, though a touch of arrogance unconsciously surfaced on his face.

"I've heard much about you."

Lu Yuan greeted Mr. Liao with a nod and then turned to the Crimson Bear strongman beside him, whispering, "What were the terms for inviting him?"

The Crimson Bear strongman quickly replied, "Liao Yu's youngest son wants to compete for the position in the Eastern.... this year. However, his advantage among the candidates isn't significant. I promised to put in a good word for him with the Eastern connections."

"Oh."

Lu Yuan nodded without saying anything more, then raised his eyes to size up Liao Yu.

Liao Yu appeared to be in his early forties, though his actual age might have been greater. After all, Fighters possessed strong physiques and abundant vital energy, causing them to age much slower than ordinary people.

He held a cold weapon: a long spear with a lead-grey shaft and a silver-white spearhead. It gave off a subtle aura as if man and weapon were one, which was quite remarkable.

This was the first time Lu Yuan had met a Fighter who specialized in cold weapon Martial Arts.

Whether official or private, cold weapon fighting competitions were rare. Therefore, Martial Artists who specialized in cold weapons were considered a niche group, even in the Ancient Martial Arts World.

After all, they lived in a law-based society where cannons and Mecha dominated. Practicing fist and leg techniques could still earn one fame through competitions.

Practicing cold weapons, indeed, seemed to offer little practical application.

It was remarkable that someone had persisted, even reaching the realm of True Intention.

"Mr. Liao, what kind of spear technique do you practice? From what school does it hail?" Lu Yuan asked.

Liao Yu replied calmly, "No particular school; it's a family tradition. The spear technique is called Bloody Battle. It comprises one hundred thirty-two forms and a thousand variations..."

"Bloody Battle? Sounds like a spear technique honed on the battlefield."

"My ancestors included generals..."

"Impressive."

Lu Yuan nodded, concluding the brief pleasantries. He then said to Liao Yu, "Mr. Liao, you may begin. I would like to experience your Bloody Battle Spear Skill first."

Liao Yu was momentarily stunned, then noticed Peregrine Falcon and the Crimson Bear strongman stepping back a few paces.

Mr. Liao frowned slightly. "Perhaps we should use someone else. Blades don't have eyes…"

"It's alright." Lu Yuan interrupted Liao Yu, shaking his head. "Mr. Liao, please proceed without worry. Here, no injury caused by a cold weapon is beyond healing."

Liao Yu's eyes flickered. "Then I shall use a different spear."

"No need," Lu Yuan replied calmly.

Liao Yu's expression turned grim, his eyes narrowing slightly as a faint aura began to coalesce around him.

Suddenly, he gave a soft chuckle, and the long spear in his hand shot out like a Swimming Dragon, its razor-sharp tip aimed straight for Lu Yuan's face.

BUZZ—

Lu Yuan stood perfectly still, his expression unchanged.

A silver-white spear tip hovered less than an inch from his brow, vibrating intensely at an ultra-high frequency.

Peregrine Falcon and the Crimson Bear strongman, watching from the side, frowned and instinctively moved to step forward, but Lu Yuan raised a hand to stop them.

"Mr. Liao, may we officially begin now?"

At this, Liao Yu also became serious.

This probing strike of his, regardless of Lu Yuan's actual strength, demonstrated a composure—a spirit unyielding even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him—that far surpassed most skilled Fighters. He was worthy... of Liao Yu making a serious move.

"Then you must… be careful." Mr. Liao said softly, drawing out the last word.

Then, twisting his body, the long spear hovering before Lu Yuan rapidly retracted, only to thrust out again at an even greater speed.

THUNK—

A dull thud echoed, as if striking thick wood.

Lu Yuan glanced down slightly. Liao Yu's spear was embedded in his chest, just below the left pectoral muscle. The spear tip, met with Lu Yuan's formidable physique—honed by a 22-point constitution and various Transverse Martial Arts—was stopped dead, unable to advance even an inch.

"Uh…"

Liao Yu blinked, a flicker of bewilderment in his eyes.

The force behind his thrust just now, though not his full strength, amounted to several tons. Combined with the super-alloy tip of his spear, it could have pierced a solid pylon of high-strength concrete… Yet, it hadn't even broken Lu Yuan's skin.

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