Zhao Zhenye searched painstakingly through the memories the woman had left behind. At last, an image of Chen Chuan surfaced in his mind, along with the course of their battle.
But all of this had been seen from the woman's perspective. Much of it was unclear, and some fragments seemed to be missing. Still, he knew himself well enough that even these fragmented memories let him broadly reconstruct what had happened.
Toward the end, however, something seemed to have interfered, leaving a crucial stretch of memory missing. Immediately after that gap, he saw a brilliant expanse of light engulf him.
At this point, his consciousness stalled for a moment before recovering.
Was this how I died? His gaze grew complicated.
Those intensely violent fragments made it clear that his opponent had met strength with strength, suppressing him throughout the battle. He had been defeated in the most straightforward, indisputable way possible, with nothing contrived about it.
Clearly, he had given everything he had throughout the fight. Yet even so, he had lost.
Chen Chuan...
He lowered his head in thought. He remembered that this man had not become a Fighter very long ago. He himself had been nearby when it happened. Counting generously, it had been two years at most.
To possess such formidable power after barely more than a year—what astonishing talent...
Then he suddenly remembered that after he left, the Purity Faction seemed to have specifically selected several talented individuals for intensive training. But their ages did not quite match; those people were at least ten years older than Chen Chuan.
He drew a deep breath. His original intention had actually been to do something momentous before formally putting the plan into action, while also displaying his strength.
Once they learned he had entered the Longevity Observation Realm,