Chapter 901 - Silent Blade
Inside the bustling dojo, hundreds of people had gathered around the arena.
"This dojo is pathetic. These instructors are just garbage. They're completely misguiding the students here. With such skills, they even dare start up a dojo?
"Hey, you guys, you're better off training somewhere else. With these trash instructors teaching you, you won't get anywhere in a fighting competition, no matter how long you train. It's no wonder why, after so many years, this city has not produced a single, decent professional fighter. Of course, you're not to blame. Rather, it's these garbage instructors' fault.
"If it were up to me, I would pack up and leave after finding out how crappy these instructors are. I wouldn't waste my youth here."
Over a dozen youths in their twenties wearing dark gray martial artist robes glanced at the middle-aged instructor who had just been defeated, disgust filling their gazes. These gray-robed youths then sent sympathetic gazes towards the hundreds of teenagers training inside the hall.
Although the Big Dipper Dojo's trainees were furious, none of them dared to speak up, remaining silent as they watched this scene play out.
These dozen or so people who had suddenly shown up were just too strong.
Among these people, one indifferent youth, who looked to be roughly the same age as they were, had single-handedly defeated six of their highly-skilled instructors. Moreover, none of their instructors had landed a finger on this indifferent youth. Even someone who knew nothing of martial arts could see the disparity in their strengths. If they had to challenge that youth, they probably wouldn't last one move.
It was extremely difficult to defeat an opponent in a single move. It was even more so in an actual battle. Generally, such situations only occurred when martial artists fought an ordinary person. To put it simply, it was only possible if there was a massive difference between the fighters' strengths.
The hundreds of teenage trainees felt an immense pressure weigh on them when they looked at the thin, indifferent youth.
Seeing the quiet trainees, the fierce, bald man standing at the forefront of the grey-robed youths smirked with satisfaction.
"How about it?
"You've seen the difference in our abilities for yourselves. We have come from the White Tiger Dojo. Recently, our dojo has considered establishing a branch in this city. This is a chance for all of you. If you perform well in the branch dojo, you might even get the chance to train in the main dojo. At that time, you will be the star of tomorrow's fighting competition. You won't have to waste your lives in this tiny place."
Hearing the bald man's offer, everyone was momentarily stunned. They immediately understood why even Master Chen Wu was no match for these youths.
They had heard about the White Tiger Dojo. Anyone who wanted to join the world of fighting knew about it. Many famous contestants, who had taken part in past national fighting competitions, originated from the White Tiger Dojo. The dojo had even nurtured well-known, internationalfighters in the past. Countless youths that wanted their own fame in the fighting world dreamed of joining the White Tiger Dojo.
However, they had never imagined that the White Tiger Dojo would open a branch in their city…
Before the bald man could say more, the dojo's doors swung open.
