The fifteen Peak Martial Artists lined up in formation.
Seven in the first row, eight in the second.
Tang Wen stood in the first row.
He didn't recognize the people on his left or right. Everyone sized him up with a hint of curiosity.
The instructor for the lesson arrived just as they had formed neat rows.
He was a stern-faced middle-aged man:
"The Night Divine Fist isn't something you can learn just because you want to!"
"Of all the Fist Techniques in the world, the Night Divine Fist is the most difficult."
"While you still have the chance, I advise you to switch to a different Fist Technique. It would be better for you and would save you from wasting my time!"
The middle-aged instructor made no effort to hide his aura.
A First-class Martial Artist.
Only one step away from transformation.
Judging by his age, it was unclear if he had applied for the Protective Marrow Liquid and attempted the transformation already.
"Does anyone want to back out?"
Everyone was silent.
