'For some reason, at that moment, the image of that somewhat saintly-hearted old beggar suddenly flashed through my mind, especially his clothes, where the inner and outer layers were made of mismatched fabrics.'
Yi Huaihai nodded and said, "Yes!"
"Martial Artists?" Zhang Deming guessed.
Yi Huaihai nodded again. "Yes. At first, when a group of reckless robbers appeared, I didn't pay them much mind. I planned to just take care of them casually.
But who would have thought that several powerful Martial Artists were mixed in with them? When they joined forces, their strength was no less than that of an Intermediate Apprentice.
On top of that, they had the element of surprise. I was suppressed from the very start by one of their Combined Attack Techniques. If I hadn't kept a few tricks up my sleeve and managed to escape while injured, I'd probably be dead on the road by now."
"No less than an Intermediate Apprentice?
