All things are mutually reinforcing and counterbalancing.
The same goes for the Daoist laws, and the same for people.
The Southern-sky man might be a smart person, or many people might have indeed fallen under his hands.
But from the moment he met Julius Reed, the outcome was predestined.
Whether in terms of ability or intelligence, the Southern-sky man was merely confined to the realm of top Martial Artists.
In this era where power reigns supreme, strategy is just the icing on the cake.
But Julius Reed is different.
He once had amnesia, living at the bottom of society for three years.
His opponents included masters, thugs, and all sorts of people.
Different environments, different experiences.
Different perspectives as well.
What he considers wisdom, what he considers strategy.
They're things Julius Reed is disdainful of playing with or toys he's already bored of.
A golden gleaming sword pierced through the Southern-sky man's chest!
