Chapter 122
The battle between Fang Xiang and He Do did not last long. Pang Hyang’s Oho Danmoon style was inherited from Ho Tae Do’s Pang Gak, and shattered the prejudice that movement was supposed to be straightforward and simple.
Fluid and flexible.
Meticulous and penetrating.
I watched closely as my uncle remarked that Fang Xiang’s unfolding of the Five Tiger Danmundo exuded a sense of auspiciousness.
The tip of the sword was auspicious and never lacking in energy.
It was not enough to overcome the experience and sensation of the pungent flavors of the absolute master, the soon-to-be-unanchored master, Ho Tae-do.
A small gap soon made a big difference.
He Do was defeated.
“Wu Liangsu Buddha. It is indeed Fang Sojourner.”
“That was a good fight.”
“That’s me.”
It was one of the many battles that drew much applause and cheering, but it was the moment when the women’s voices were particularly raised. That’s because, while most of the participants were men, the only women were the three Amida monks and Pang Hyang.
Fang Xiang had fought and defeated a renowned master of the K’un-Lun school.
It was bound to attract the attention of many.
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After the first round, Huang Tianhou had no worries. One round meant twenty-four battles, and for twenty-four battles, he had gone through them without incident.
Then another twelve battles.
Many eyes were drawn to the many battles that took place.
Among them, of course, were the troubles between Mo Yong and the Southern Palace.
