In the six-plus months Zhao Lin had trained at the Xingyun Sect, he had encountered countless exceptionally talented disciples at the Wuxiang Institute.
Any one of them, if put in Qinghe County, would be considered a once-in-a-generation genius.
He had also witnessed a variety of martial arts, so his horizons had broadened considerably. Hou Gui's meager strength was nothing in his eyes.
Winning would be as easy as flipping his hand.
However, Zhao Lin had no intention of doing so. After the last two bouts, the Liuhe Sect's reputation had suffered greatly. It had to be restored!
Besides, Hou Gui had brutally humiliated Yuan Cheng, a favor that had to be "repaid."
When he had first joined the Liuhe Sect, it was Yuan Cheng who had guided his training. He was so conscientious and dedicated that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him half a master. And yet, he'd been beaten like a roly-poly toy...
