What Gives You the Right

Just one move.

Lu Chengwen had not expected the gap between them to be this vast.

Lu Chengwen was sent flying, crashing far away and lying on the ground, unable to get up for a long while.

Bai Mengyi stood where he was, completely unmoved. Even as he looked at Ming Disha across from him, there was not the slightest hint of fear in his eyes. There was even a trace of provocation, carrying himself like a true commander.

The battles on the other two sides had already ended. Bai Mengyi's two attendants had been sealed below the Ghost Four Gates. Only when they faced Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian did they understand just how terrifying those two were among fighters of the same level.

Long Aotian's true qi was like the king of all beasts among true qi. When you exchanged blows with him, your own true qi seemed to be afraid, trembling and trying to flee.

How the hell were they supposed to fight that?

Especially when his level was not inferior to yours in the slightest. Fighting you was merely play, entertainment, a way to pass the time.

Zhao Ritian's true qi, meanwhile, was bizarre and impossible to predict. Who knew how an idiot like him had mastered such strange and ever-changing true qi so perfectly?

Thus, the two men lay seriously injured on the ground, having completely lost their ability to fight.

Only Lu Chengwen was different. He was at the initial stage of the Heavenly Four Gates, facing an opponent capable of displaying the peak, perfect-completion realm of the Heavenly Four Gates. The difference was simply too great.

Furthermore, unlike them, he was not an Ancient Martial Artist who had trained diligently for years. His combat experience and use of techniques both appeared extremely immature.