"My son is quite persistent!"
Wen Zhi sighed with feeling.
The Selection Vanguard examination grounds were not a marketplace. Naturally, not just anyone could enter; even Martial Saints were not permitted to approach at will.
Wen Zhi and Shao Yujing had both come on a whim. They had not gone to the designated spectator area and were blocked by armored soldiers with long spears, left with no choice but to watch from afar.
As it happened, Wen Qiushi had his back to them, so they could not see what was happening from the front.
They could only see that Chen Sanshi's spear techniques were incomparably fierce. He quickly gained the upper hand in the match, and it was already becoming a one-sided affair.
Yet Wen Qiushi had not given up. He was still holding on bitterly.
Wen Zhi analyzed, "This spear technique truly does not resemble the few sets commonly circulated in the military. It feels like it has gathered the strengths of many schools and fused them into a self-created technique. Did Sun Xiangzong create it?
"But the problem is, the Selection Vanguard examination has not even ended. Where did he get such spear techniques? Could Sun Xiangzong have taken a liking to him long ago?"
"The young man surnamed Chen is close to the young master of the Sun family. Is it not normal for him to learn a few spear techniques? It is nothing remarkable."
Which of these geniuses learned ordinary cultivation methods?
"Mm, then my son did not lose unjustly."
Wen Zhi looked toward the decrepit Commander-in-Chief atop the city wall. "Even Martial Saints like us suffer a great decline in strength when we grow old and feeble. They all say he is about to die, so how could he still kill Ning Changqun in a