Let Others Laugh and Curse, I Remain Unmoved, Always Walking My Own Path

Signature moves, legendary skills—just one smack from the Dragon Subduing Palms and even a dragon would tap out.

Strut your stuff, puff out your chest—if you make it here, aren’t you basically a hero?

Bend that iron bow, shoot the mighty condor—your name shakes the whole world, north, south, east, and west!

Epic feats, legendary wins—any guy who gets this far, you gotta call him a hero, right?

Yang Finger, Toad Style, Eastern Heretic, Western Venom, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, and the Divine Master smack dab in the middle—who’s got the guts to face that lineup?

So, who’s the real big shot hero here—

Xiangyang City—battle cries crash like tidal waves, thunder shakes the ground, hearts pounding in the chaos.

In the martial arts world, everyone’s got killer offense but their defense is shaky. Take a solid hit and you’re toast. That’s why all those flashy moves are just smoke and mirrors, mixing real with fake. Even the roughest fighters know how to dodge and blend yin and yang. It’s not just two nutcases trading slaps. Real pros pull tricks, play mind games, and only go all in when it’s time for the knockout punch—just like Sanmiao’s sneaky style.

Tricks? Ha! There were never any tricks, not from the start. Every move is the real deal, hard-earned muscle and skill. George Kwok’s spent his life defending Xiangyang—his Dragon Subduing Palms blend real and fake so smooth it’s like breathing. As for Jill Young, she’s pure street fighter. Feints? Real moves? She doesn’t care! She dodges when she feels like it, hits when she wants—no rules, just action.

Three moves in, and the heat is on. George Kwok’s mind races: Let Jade Hawk Johnson handle the complicated stuff—he’s a real expert. Me? I just wanna use these hands to bring down a dragon!

That dragon-elephant strength isn’t all about raw power—it’s speed, too. Jill Young’s hands are lightning fast and hit like a freight train, whipping up a storm with every swing. George’s 120-plus years of training show in every move, sparking energy even when he just raises an eyebrow. Thunder rumbles, energy clashes, and the two of them turn the street into a martial arts warzone.

Simone watched from the sidelines, totally blown away. Every attack, block, dodge—they nailed it, not an ounce wasted. She’d fight a regular King any day, but George Kwok? No way, not even close.

That fierce palm technique was so intense, Simone couldn’t even pull her usual tricks.

One palm—Hidden Dragon in the Field—whips up a wild wind, shaking the heavens. Most martial artists can’t make their energy glow, so when Jade Hawk Johnson’s purple aura showed up, everyone freaked out. But now, as George Kwok strikes, Jill Young swears she sees a dragon barreling straight at her.

"Nice one! Try this on for size!" Jill Young didn’t dodge—she fired back with her own Hidden Dragon in the Field. That phantom dragon energy zipped from her shoulder to her palm, smashing forward with a roar.

Hidden Dragon versus Hidden Dragon—BOOM! It was like a cloud bomb went off, air rippling out a whole yard.

George Kwok didn’t back down or slow his hands, but his face showed real surprise. That phantom dragon energy was totally different from regular inner strength—new for the martial arts world, and seriously powerful.

George Kwok frowned, ready to test the waters. He floated left, swayed right, and unleashed Double Dragons Fetching Water. Yelü Qi had tried this move before—it looked cool, packed a punch, but never hit full force. But in George’s hands, it was pure magic—two dragons, left and right, twisting and attacking. With this move, good luck finding anyone in the whole martial world who could dodge it.

Could Jill Young dodge? Who knows—she didn’t even try! Instead, she just laughed and swung her palm to meet his head-on.