Zhang Shaoling staggered as he steadied himself, his expression complicated as he looked at Lin Yuan.
If his opponent had attacked just now, he probably would not still have been standing.
"Did you feel that wasn't satisfying enough?"
Zhang Shaoling gave a self-mocking smile. It seemed that, in Lin Yuan's eyes, he and Daoist Wang were not much different.
He had entered Longhu Mountain as a child and begun learning martial arts under his master at the age of three. He had trained bitterly for more than twenty years, regardless of the weather, yet he had never expected to be defeated in a single move.
His martial uncles and elders had praised him since childhood, saying he was a once-in-a-century genius of Longhu Mountain, gifted and intelligent.
His master had placed even greater hopes in him, which was why he had named him Zhang Shaoling.
The character "Ling" held tremendous significance in Longhu Mountain!
Zhang Shaoling looked at Lin Yuan for a long while without speaking.
He could not understand it no matter how hard he tried. They were around the same age, so why was his opponent's martial skill so refined that he made Zhang Shaoling feel as if he were facing a great abyss or standing before a vast sea?
Standing before him, Zhang Shaoling felt like a bird that could plunge into the abyss at any moment, or a small boat that could capsize on the open sea at any time.
Zhang Shaoling sighed, his expression dejected. In a soft voice, he said, "I lost."
Seeing him like this, Lin Yuan could not help but snort coldly. "Useless."
"What did you say?" Zhang Shaoling's eyes widened.
"The martial attainments you displayed with your first move made me think you were stronger than Daoist Wang, but judging from