The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the Imperial Palace's military field. An air of tension and anticipation hung as a gathering of esteemed individuals assembled for a significant duel.
Sam, a martial artist with a confident smile, stood facing Zhang Guanyu. The atmosphere crackled with an unspoken challenge between them.
"How about we sign a Life Death Contract? This way, if one of us is wounded or crippled, we cannot be held responsible. How about it?"
Sam's grin was radiant, but behind it lay a strategic move to offset the excessive force of the 'Pulse Cutting Palm.'
Zhang Guanyu's eyes gleamed with cunning glee.
"Sam! What are you doing!?" Lan Yuhan's voice cut through the tension, her concern palpable. She dashed over, a mix of worry and urgency in her tone.
Ignoring Lan Yuhan's plea, Zhang Guanyu chuckled and said, "Miss Lan, may I ask who you are to Sam?"
