"Is that funny? Yi Xing's strength is nothing to scoff at, even among us. That boy in white should be strong enough to put up a fight against any one of us!"
"His injuries hadn't even healed. That last attack must have cost him dearly..."
The Chosen observing from above were all discussing the matter.
The curvaceous Senior Sister Zhao said nothing, her beautiful eyes studying Wang Xiu, lost in thought.
***
"Impossible... How could I lose to you?"
Yi Xing lay in the ruins, his face beaten beyond recognition. His previous arrogance had vanished, replaced by eyes full of indignation and disbelief.
I already used my ultimate technique. Why couldn't I win? To think I'd actually lose to a Lower Realm ant, the very kind of person I despise most. It's unacceptable. Wang Xiu felt like he was gravely wounded, on the verge of collapse at any moment. And yet, every time he was about to fall, he'd manage to unleash a new burst of power. It was as if... he was deliberately holding back!
