The speaker was a young woman with glasses, exuding the rational beauty of an intellectual. Her name was Wang Ziru, and her parents were professors at Songyang University.
"You can't say that. My dad's a businessman, so he's had some contact with people like that. He told me they have real skills, and it's terrifying when they fight."
Jiang Yun retorted.
"Talk is cheap. The Martial Dao in Donghua Country has proven to be nothing but fancy posturing. Can it be used in a real fight? Can they step into a ring? Can they actually beat anyone? It's just a bunch of smoke and mirrors, isn't it? I bet this 'Hero Assembly' is just a front. They use the name to brag, flatter each other, and then scam disciples to line their own pockets."
