The Strength of the opponent is absolutely not simple!

The Strength here does not simply refer to his personal combat power, as everyone has already witnessed in the WTF match.

What shocked Lune was the power behind the opponent.

To be able to disappear into thin air under the tight surveillance of the Hurricane Bureau, even without them noticing the slightest hint, it's simply impossible.

If the opponent wasn't backed by a massive force, Lune would never believe that one person could easily accomplish this.

After all, they even monitored and defended the nearby airspace. Even if this guy could fly like Superman, he would be scanned by radar.

Although he doesn't know how exactly the opponent managed this, Lune understands that only one or two forces could achieve such a feat.

After all, so far in this world, besides them, seemingly no one else had that capability.

Actually, his speculation is half right in a certain sense.

The reason it's half right is that Xiang Zhenyuan indeed has certain connections with the Star Alliance.

But he himself is not an Awakener of the Star Alliance, currently just an outsider member of the organization.

The materials investigated by the Hurricane Bureau are not false.

Xiang Zhenyuan indeed comes from a martial arts family, and before this, he was just an ordinary old man.

The martial arts family has long declined, and nowadays only some scattered legacies remain.

Even Mr. Xiang himself doesn't know how much of this so-called legacy is left.

As for the large martial arts academy, it stopped operating long ago, transformed into a place for students to review their lessons.

However, these are things of the past.

Now, the future of the Xiang family has completely changed.

All of this traces back to a day more than a month ago when the two men in green clothing arrived.

That night, Xiang Zhenyuan, as usual, was practicing martial arts alone in the yard of the academy. This was his daily exercise.

It was at this time that two men with hoods and dressed in green knocked on the courtyard door and walked in slowly.

"Excuse me, is this the Sky Martial Arts Academy?"

The opponent inquiring about the academy, Xiang Zhenyuan thought they were here to apprentice and learn martial arts.

This situation is not unheard of.

Although the martial arts academy has been rebranded as a training center, often, there are young men with martial arts dreams who, having heard about the Sky Martial Arts Academy from somewhere, travel from afar seeking apprenticeship.

Speaking of which, he has only himself to blame.

Back when Xiang Zhenyuan hadn't yet been worn down by life, he had tried to expand his family's martial arts academy.

He advertised everywhere, claiming he was a descendant of King Xiang, attracting a bit of a background advantage.

However, as the internet became more widespread, this ancient martial arts dwindled.

The academy's business became increasingly poor, until finally turned into a tutoring class by his unfilial son.

This way, Mr. Xiang never mentioned martial arts to outsiders again.

In certain moonlit nights, he'd come alone to the small yard, practicing the martial arts moves he learned, lest he forget them someday.

Unfortunately, even so, Xiang Zhenyuan was too old and couldn't even demonstrate many postures.

He thought his life would end like this, and the family legacy of martial arts would vanish from this world with him.

Those two mysterious men indeed brought him an immense surprise.

They were polite. After some inquiries, Mr. Xiang learned that they weren't here to apprentice but to spar.

Spar?

Xiang Zhenyuan was stunned, followed by a difficult-to-describe bitterness in his heart.

These days, who truly spars in ancient martial arts anymore?

Not mentioning his son who refuses to practice at all, he himself only knows some martial arts postures.

While practicing alone he can manage the form, but in a real fight, it might end up as a random swing of old fists.

Judging by these young men's physique, they were probably learning those modern fighting techniques.

It's said that our country's national Sandboxing is quite powerful, even ranking at the top internationally.

This old body of his, how could he endure such a toss, he'd break in seconds.

Thus, Xiang Zhenyuan politely declined the opponent, expressing that his health was inconvenient for sparring.

Who knew, his words hadn't finished yet when the two men fell silent for a moment, then slowly spoke the unforgettable words.

"It seems, the legacy of the Skywalker Sect has ceased, another martial arts has vanished from this world... Since so, then we shall leave..."

"Ah..."

The man's words, combined with the sigh, immediately pierced Xiang Zhenyuan's heart like a sharp blade, as if struck by Thunder Strike.

"The legacy of the Skywalker Sect... has ceased..."

"Ceased..."

"No! The legacy of the Skywalker Sect hasn't ceased! And it will never cease!"

At that moment, the blood within the old master's body, which had cooled, rekindled under this statement.

It was a complex emotion, a mixture of anger, unwillingness, excitement, and hysteria.

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