Not everywhere in Frostburg was flooded. One such place was this courtyard. There was a large signpost that stated 'Warriors Pride Dojo,' and it seemed the group of bare-chested people were having training.
Standing in front of them was a bald man who wore a grey robe that fluttered in the wind. He had a goatee and experienced, profound eyes.
'Martial artist,' Nox thought as he watched them. The martial arts class was not that popular in Eos, and they mostly lived in sects or dojos. Unlike other classes, their skills depended on Qi.
This was the first time Nox had come across a martial artist. He had only read about them in cultivation novels in the past. Now that he was seeing them in real life, Nox was very curious about their skills.
