The World’s Best Swordsman
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The crisp morning air breezed past Xia Tian's house. The house was dead silent, and though many other families had lived within the suburb, Xia Tian's house was at least a mile away from all of his neighbors. This was another weird trait of his father, who enjoyed peace and quiet.
Due to this, they had moved their house to this area, and if the Quicksand personnel were to murder him now, no one would ever know.
Xia Tian had no confidence in his ability to face the three assailants as he was only armed with two Tai Chi techniques, both of which were stolen from Old Fan and were no doubt counterfeits. While the techniques were useful for dealing with the average street thug, that would not be the case against actual experts.