Si Jiawen's cool voice rang out across Lingxi Square, reaching everyone's ears clearly.
The atmosphere, stretched taut by their fierce battle, suddenly froze before erupting into a tremendous uproar.
Si Jiawen gazed at Yang Jing, whose breathing remained steady and whose body bore not the slightest injury. Her slender hand tightened slightly, complicated emotions churning in her heart and refusing to settle.
She knew perfectly well that although she had suffered only minor injuries and the internal qi in her meridians had been shaken somewhat, she could still summon her strength and continue fighting. Yet there was no longer any point.
Yang Jing's true arts complemented one another: the Mountain-Splitting Seal gave him unrivaled punching power on the attack, the Indestructible True Art provided formidable protection on defense, and Crossing the River allowed nimble movement whether advancing or retreating. From beginning to end, his technique had remained orderly and his breathing steady. He held absolute control.
Si Jiawen had been firmly suppressed throughout. Fighting on would only turn her minor injuries into serious ones and leave her in an even sorrier state.
They were fellow disciples sparring for the position of Lingxi Peak's foremost disciple, not mortal enemies. There was no need to fight until both were badly wounded.
Si Jiawen understood that defeating Yang Jing as he was now was already hopeless with cultivation at the qi-nourishing realm alone.
Only by breaking through her bottleneck and entering the true qi realm could she defeat Yang Jing again through the absolute suppression afforded by a higher realm.
When that time came, no matter how perfectly Yang Jing had honed himself in the qi-nourishing realm or how formidable his strength became, he could never withstand the power of the true qi realm.
But for now, she remained at the peak of