Long Yue watched Qiangu Zhangting admit defeat and leave. He smugly raised his bald neck like a victorious lion, then, with the bearing of a winner, gathered the pale golden mass of Dragon Soul energy floating in the center of the battlefield—the source of the dispute—into his hand, preparing to absorb it.
However, his attention was soon drawn to Lu Jun and Wu Sidu, who stood not far away.
Lu Jun in particular—the one hailed as the continent's greatest genius, whose fame far surpassed his own—had long stirred Long Yue's intense desire to compare himself and compete.
He wanted to know just how capable this so-called greatest genius was without the advantage of his Martial Soul.
Thus, Long Yue temporarily put away the Dragon Soul and strode steadily toward Lu Jun. Battle intent rose in his dark red eyes as he issued a booming challenge.
"Lu Jun, I've long heard of your reputation. Martial Souls cannot be used here, making this the perfect place to test pure physical strength and combat techniques. Do you dare spar with me, Long Yue?"
Hearing this, Lu Jun merely cast him a faint glance. His gaze was calm and undisturbed, as though he were looking at an immature child. He then looked away again, his tone carrying a hint of laziness and impatience.
"I'm not interested."
"I'm not like that fool Qiangu Zhangting, with so much precious time to waste on pointless sparring."
"If you want to fight, go find someone else to play with. Don't block our way."
This utterly impolite, even disdainful response immediately angered the proud Long Yue, and his expression darkened.
Qiangu Zhangting, who had only walked a short distance away but was actually straining his ears to listen to what was happening, flew into a rage when he heard