In the land of Great Qin, martial artists abound, and it is common for them to spar and compete. There are myriad matters between individuals that even honest officials struggle to resolve, naturally evolving into a custom where martial artists judge superiority through sparring–not only is it routine, in many instances it can even be considered an elegant affair.
Wang Anfeng had never witnessed such events with his own eyes, but they were always featured in the tales told by his elder. There would always be a story of a first encounter in youth, where a young boy and girl would cross hands and come to know each other. In every narrative, there would be a capricious maiden obstructing the path of a brash youth stepping out into the world for the first time, his mind filled with grand visions. Her radiant splendor would have him hopping with frustration, almost driving him to toss his sword aside, split his horse in two, and return to his hometown to feed pigs and till the land.