Guiding the Martial God in Martial Arts — saying such a thing would make one sound extremely arrogant.
What's more arrogant is that it seemed Hiroshi Matsushima had really done it.
Hiroshi Matsushima couldn't help but sigh.
"But I have to correct something. The person just now, isn't a 'Martial God' yet," Zero said seriously, "A Martial God must be certified by the old friends of Xiang Shan."
"Hmm," Hiroshi Matsushima said lightly, "But the personality... or rather, the memory and such. At least, I was indeed facing someone who possesses a fragment of the Martial Ancestor's soul. He is a remarkable Martial Artist."
With that said, Hiroshi Matsushima tapped his forehead lightly.
It seemed that doing so could slightly alleviate the symptoms of a headache.
Over the past seven days, it wasn't just Xiang Shan who felt weary and in need of rest.
Hiroshi Matsushima was also exhausted, both mentally and physically.
