It was a combat technique passed down from ancient emperors.
In this world, those who could recognize this ancient martial art technique were probably old things that were frighteningly old.
Deacon Gallo immediately knew that this bastard was lying to him.
What Great Yellow Technique?
There was no such ancient martial art technique in history.
The cold-looking young man below the arena had a look of fear in his eyes as he said, "Emperor Soho's combat technique."
"What?"
"Emperor Soho's combat technique that disappeared for a thousand years has reappeared in the world?"
"The legacy left behind by the emperor who founded the Great Soho Dynasty has been inherited by someone?"
"The successor is someone from the Northern Army!"
...
For a moment, all the martial artists in the venue, regardless of age, were alarmed. They all looked at the little fool on the seventh ring.
