Radiant streams of light, Lingxu Pavilion.
Behind the desk in the real world, Lu Yang had already risen from his chair, yet his face still bore an indescribable, disbelieving blankness.
I fucking... lost?
It made absolutely no sense that he had lost. He had simultaneously wielded Divine Firmament Thunder, the Dharma Body Path, and even Pine and Cypress Wood, yet he had failed to defeat the man in the black robe!
That guy was cheating, wasn't he? Shameless!
The next moment, the Righteous Banner fluttered, Purple Qi rippled, and Patriarch Tingyou and True Person Demon-Sweeping emerged from within together. Curious, they asked, "What happened?"
"Patriarch, Master." Lu Yang wore a bitter expression, looking utterly aggrieved. "Tell me honestly, how good am I at magical combat? I'm not bad, right?"
At those words, Patriarch Tingyou and True Person Demon-Sweeping were both taken aback. Then a touch of helplessness appeared in Patriarch Tingyou's gaze as he looked at Lu Yang, and he decisively shook his head. "I'm not actually skilled at magical combat, so I can't judge much. You'd be better off asking Fellow Daoist Demon-Sweeping about this."
Lu Yang turned to True Person Demon-Sweeping.
"Mm."
True Person Demon-Sweeping fell silent for a moment at his words. Only under Lu Yang's insistent stare did he finally say in a low voice, "How should I put this? Your methods of magical combat are very pure."
"Master, no need to beat around the bush."
Lu Yang's expression was calm. "Just say it. I can take it."
"...Then I'll be blunt." True Person Demon-Sweeping spread his hands. "Your foundation is excellent, but you lack the ability to make use of that powerful foundation."
"In short, your magical combat ability is very ordinary. It can't be called bad, but it's ordinary."
Lu Yang's face immediately fell.