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"High-level expert? What high-level expert?" The crowd was even more puzzled.
"That's not something to be said lightly, and I haven't met that expert myself. However, that expert's strength is unfathomable. Even the Hidden Sect wouldn't dare to offend him," Peng Shishan's tone revealed a hint of awe and longing.
He had only heard about this expert from his family and had never seen him in person, but to command such respect from his own Ancestor was unimaginable.
"Could it be the high-level expert who dominated the Songnan Martial Arts Gathering a few years ago?" a round-faced middle-aged Martial Artist recalled something and spoke up.
"You seem to know quite a bit," Peng Shishan chuckled.
"I'm just passing on what I've heard. They say that expert is quite young, yet his martial arts skills are mysterious and formidable enough to have killed Yan Xiaotian, a Divine Realm master from Hongmen," the round-faced man said, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to years past.
"Indeed, he looks no more than in his twenties. The events of the Songnan Martial Arts Gathering are merely the tip of the iceberg," Peng Shishan replied with a knowing smile, his demeanor hinting at deeper secrets.
His attitude only fueled the curiosity of those present.
"Old Peng, is there really such an incredible person in this world? To defeat a Divine Realm master at just over twenty?" Li Fuxiu exclaimed in astonishment. He understood the levels of martial arts; Divine Realm masters stood at the pinnacle of Huaxia Martial Arts, and joining national departments made them invaluable assets to the country.
"Huaxia has always been home to hidden talents. Just because we haven't seen them doesn't mean they don't exist. A few years ago, I heard that this expert went to Island Nation, where he casually killed two masters who were both considered Divine Realm—one was a sword master and the other a ninjutsu master. But look at me getting carried away with my drink; these matters shouldn't be discussed lightly. Just pretend you didn't hear any of this; it mustn't be spread," Peng Shishan said excitedly, realizing too late that he had spoken out of turn about such an esteemed figure.
"Don't worry, Old Peng. We're all trustworthy people here; no one will speak carelessly," someone reassured him.
"Yes, Old Peng, you can count on us."
"We definitely won't spread any rumors."
"Old Peng, can you tell us what happened next? What became of that expert? After killing their sword master and ninjutsu master in Island Nation, surely the Islanders wouldn't let it go easily? Did that expert encounter any trouble afterward?"
Li Fuxiu and others hurriedly asked, their curiosity growing as they looked at Peng Shishan with eager eyes, waiting for the next part of the story.
Jiang Shi discreetly stood up and poured more Moutai for Old Peng.
After a few drinks, conversations flowed more freely. If Old Peng enjoyed himself, everyone would get to hear about those mythical martial arts legends and the remarkable deeds of that extraordinary expert.
Peng Shishan was fond of drinking and had unknowingly consumed nearly a pound of liquor. His face was flushed, but his spirits were high. At the level of Master of Transformation, he could use Inner Energy to digest alcohol; even someone who usually abstained could handle two or three pounds without issue—let alone him. However, Peng Shishan preferred not to use Inner Energy for this purpose and relied solely on his physical constitution to manage two and a half pounds.
Amidst compliments and eager gazes from those at the table, Peng Shishan felt like a storyteller in his element.
"The Islanders may feel indignant, but what good does that do? That expert is not someone they can provoke. In fact, those two masters from Island Nation weren't anything special either. Over two years ago, within Qinling lies the Sword Immortal Ruins—have you all heard of it?"
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