Reduce To Submission

"Young Ma, stop messing around." Qin Jin waved his arm and smiled. "Recovering my Martial Art? Hehe, my Martial Art had been crippled for over fifty years. How am I to recover it now? This pile of old bones is bound to be buried soon enough. I have no hope in recovering anything."

Ma Kun smiled. "I don't know about anyone else, but Centurion Chu is a talented youth. He always has some astonishing tricks up his sleeves. There might be a way for him to help you."

"For real?" Qin Jin frowned.

Ma Kun added, "I wouldn't believe it if it was anyone else, but since it was Centurion Chu who said so himself, I believe him completely. Think about it, Centurion Chu went from a defenseless ordinary man to a Grandmaster in two years. How amazing is that!"

"Mm, it seems that we've met our savior." Qin Jin grinned.

Even then, the man was doubtful.