There was also a junior sister, Yvonne Harris, who also came up from the foot of the mountain to learn martial arts. She had a very good relationship with the master, had delicate features, and decent talent. In fact, she was the real backbone of this dojo, with the highest combat ability.

She had mastered the Red Pine Sword, the signature sword technique of the Hong Song Sect, to perfection. Whenever there was a fight, she was always at the front. However, this woman was reckless by nature and liked to solve everything with force. Her family often had to hold her back desperately, and she had caused trouble many times, only to be bailed out by her older brother spending money. By a twist of fate, she eventually joined the Hong Song Sect.

As for him, the senior brother, his swordsmanship was actually quite mediocre—just a bit better than the Edward Grant siblings. If it weren’t for his family’s wealth supporting the sect’s daily expenses, he wouldn’t have become the senior brother at all.

“Senior brother, someone’s here—it’s the Hengdao Sect!”

On the sixth day after arriving in this world, Henry Clark was carefully studying the local script from his memories, sitting in his room, when suddenly—bang!—his door was kicked open. Edward Grant burst in, looking flustered and shouting anxiously.

“Hengdao Sect?” Henry Clark was momentarily stunned, then remembered that the Hengdao Sect was also a small sect, located on a nearby hill, founded by a martial artist who also ran a dojo in the city.

“What are they here for?” He put down his book and asked, feeling a bit uneasy.

“It can’t be anything good!” Edward Grant shouted, rushing over to pull Henry Clark.

“Where’s your senior sister Yvonne Harris?” Henry Clark’s first reaction wasn’t to get up, but to stay glued to his chair, refusing to move.

“She’s already gone! Said she was going to negotiate with them.” Edward Grant saw that the senior brother was still sitting and got even more anxious. “Senior brother, why aren’t you moving?!”

“Right away… right away!” Henry Clark’s legs felt weak. Having always lived in a civilized society, he’d never encountered this kind of trouble. He tried to keep a calm face, but his hands gripped the armrests tightly, refusing to get up.

At that moment, voices could be heard outside, and a series of footsteps suggested people were gathering at the dojo entrance.

“Where is the Daoist Master Songye of the Hong Song Sect? I am Samuel Wright. About the incident last month where your people injured my disciple—are you going to give an explanation today or not?”

A rough, booming voice from a burly man came from outside.

“Explanation? What explanation? My sword is the explanation!!”

Yvonne Harris’s voice suddenly rang out, followed by a loud commotion and the clanging of weapons. They actually started fighting right away!

“Senior sister’s fighting! Senior brother! Hurry! Hurry up!!” Edward Grant wailed, looking like he was about to cry.

“They’re already fighting? Damn, isn’t this a bit too direct—no nonsense at all!!” Henry Clark’s heart was pounding. “Aren’t they supposed to announce their names before fighting in ancient times, like in the movies…?” His mind was a mess, but he tried hard to stay calm.

“What’s the rush.” He felt his voice trembling. “If we go out a bit later… we might catch them off guard…”

“No, senior brother, I’m worried about senior sister! I’m afraid she’ll go too far! Someone could get killed!!” Edward Grant cried out, looking miserable.

“Huh?”

“Hurry! Hurry up! Only you can hold her back now, senior brother. If you don’t go, it’ll be too late!!” Edward Grant was sweating with anxiety.

“Damn!” Henry Clark felt like a thousand wild horses were stampeding through his mind.

The sounds of fighting outside gradually died down, interspersed with screams of pain.

Henry Clark was finally dragged out by Edward Grant.

In the courtyard, the ground was a mess, with three or four burly men lying around in disarray. A dark-faced man was still fighting with junior sister Yvonne Harris, their swords and knives clashing in a blur of silver.

The two of them pushed and retreated, circling the courtyard. Suddenly, the dark-faced man jumped back, withdrawing from the fight, panting heavily.

“Alright, alright! As expected of Hong Song’s Yvonne Harris. I admit defeat today! Let’s go!”

Yvonne Harris was dressed in a tight green outfit, her black belt at the waist catching the eye. Her fair face was flushed, and she was sweating profusely. But thanks to years of martial arts training, her figure was slim, with long legs and curves in all the right places. Her neat ponytail hung down her back. While her features were only considered delicate, together they gave her the vibe of a sports goddess.

“Want to leave? Not so easy!”

Seeing her opponent trying to escape, Yvonne Harris’s eyebrows shot up and a flash of murderous intent appeared in her eyes. She charged forward with a kick. But just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Henry Clark coming out of the room. Instantly, she pulled her right leg back, and her raised eyebrows softened.

“Senior brother, you saw it—it’s not my fault, they started it!” She immediately played the victim, raising her hands in an innocent gesture.

“I… I…!” Samuel Wright of the Hengdao Sect almost spat out blood. He had barely said a word before this woman charged out and started fighting. Heaven knows, he just wanted to negotiate and maybe get some compensation, not to actually fight…!

Looking at the gleaming swords, Henry Clark’s heart was pounding. Even though he had mentally prepared himself, seeing a real fight like this made him realize he was still a bit of a coward.

He knew very well that whether it was the seemingly innocent Yvonne Harris or the dark-faced, knife-wielding Samuel Wright, both were truly desperadoes.