Lu Yang had always been curious about Patriarch Tingyou's true strength.
If one had to call him strong, then he was undoubtedly strong. His freakish comprehension allowed him to seize every advantage in spell duels, and his ability to imitate divine abilities was even more outrageously exaggerated.
He was undoubtedly the perfect sparring partner.
Not only was Patriarch Tingyou powerful, but he had also seen much of the world and possessed astonishing comprehension—enough to accurately judge Lu Yang's current level of strength.
"You want to fight me?"
After hearing Lu Yang's request, Patriarch Tingyou paused in mild surprise, but quickly recovered and nodded. "Mm, it's not impossible right now."
He was rather curious himself.
After all, Second Grade True Art was also a relatively unfamiliar field to Patriarch Tingyou. Just by watching, he could not accurately gauge Lu Yang's current strength.
And there was something even more important.
If Lu Yang is strong enough, then with the incense-and-faith system, perhaps... I can try passing the true method of Yama Hall on to him as well.
False Holding Gold Position Method!
The work of Patriarch Tingyou's entire life had died halfway through before it could truly reveal its edge. Yet now, he saw hope in Lu Yang.
At the same time, Lu Yang rubbed his hands together, a smile on his face.
"Then, Patriarch, I won't hold back!"
With that, his sharp blade left its sheath!
Though this was merely a spar, Lu Yang did not let down his guard in the slightest. He opened with Calamity Waves, and a brilliant point of starlight suddenly lit up on his sword's edge.
That single point of starlight was neither showy nor conspicuous.
Even the Image within it was exceptionally simple: never yield, never break; no matter how many hardships and obstacles lay