The Heart of a True Martial Artist
"Enough, victory and defeat are common in battle!"
Julian D'Aurelius's calm voice cut through the heated atmosphere like a cool breeze sweeping across a blazing field.
The crowd that had been shouting moments ago gradually quieted down.
Many disciples lowered their heads.
Even Steffan, whose fury had nearly erupted, paused.
The tension hanging over the clearing eased slightly.
Julian stood with his hands behind his back, his black hair swaying gently in the evening wind. The golden glow in his eyes remained steady and composed, making him appear far more mysterious than his actual age.
His clothes were slightly disheveled from battle, yet his bearing remained elegant.
The image alone was enough to convince everyone present that they were witnessing a true martial arts genius.
"Though Steffan and I stand on different sides, meeting such a strong peer today made this fight enjoyable for me too!"
His tone was sincere.
