Xiu walks tall amongst the crowd, smiling at the sun and enjoying the music of human bustle. Getting around without falling on someone was as good test of evasion as training in a dojo. At certain point the black-haired man just took a 3 feet leap over the pole of a riksha that parked before him. Just like it would be the most obvious thing in the world. From all sides the wandering monk could hear spirited shouts of fighters duelling in the tournaments. From prestigious old dojos to just formalized street brawls, everybody following a warriors way was here to prove himself. Xiu would pick something simple, something where fame and gossip was not a requirement to try himself. Insight could be gleamed from facing any opponent and that's why there was no problem in entering...<br/>'Mad Zhan's mad catwalk fighting.'<br/>The catwalk was a long wooden plank supported by old wooden crates at the height of about 10 feet.<br/>The construction looked like it can easily collapse and perhaps it was supposed to be a selling point.<br/>"Who's Zhan? I'd like to sign up, i am Xiu Haifeng of the empty phoenix." He said calmly. A booze-smelling fat man with a messy black beard rolled behind him and boomed: "Xiu Haifeng is next! His opponent is..."