The next day, Cheng Ming rushed nonstop to the Jinghong Martial Arts Hall to find Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang stopped what he was doing. Seeing Cheng Ming's grave expression, he asked, "Brother Ming, you came looking for me in such a rush. Is something wrong?"
Cheng Ming got straight to the point, his tone heavy. "It's about the Goddess Temple Pier. The Wu Family... is forcing us into a duel to the death!"
"A duel?!"
Jiang Yang's eyelid twitched. His face instantly filled with reluctance. "Brother Ming, you know as well as I do... my injuries from my last attempt at a breakthrough have never fully healed."
He heaved a heavy sigh, as if heartbroken. "Even if I risk my life and force myself into the ring, facing Tian Yaosong... I'm afraid my chances are slim to none."
Jiang Yang had long known of the grudge between the Wu and Cheng Families, and he was even more aware of Tian Yaosong's strength.
He had prepared this excuse long ago.
Cheng Ming's heart plummeted.
