Qinghuang Mountain was actually quite large, but with many people coming in, conflicts inevitably arose. Now and then, there would be fights and skirmishes. As a sect and a power in its own right, Qinghuang Mountain had its own patrol teams that could control a certain number of skirmishes. However, they couldn't manage every normal fight that broke out.
Within a day, a mysterious young martial artist suddenly appeared in the mountain woods, challenging others left and right. Such types weren't rare; there were at least a dozen or so young upstarts in the martial art world who wanted to make a name for themselves before the Martial Arts Conference, but this person seemed different.
"Damn it, won again?"
"Where did this kid come from, being so brutal? He's beaten thirty-two people already!"
