Is There Any Possibility of Losing?

Ignoring the displeasure of Kang Canglan and the others.

Kang Xingcheng looked at Ling Wuyuan, who stood several dozen kilometers directly ahead of him, and asked with great seriousness:

"So, you were deliberately waiting for me to gather my strength just now?"

Without hesitation, Ling Wuyuan casually admitted:

"Of course!"

"The so-called battle, the so-called victory, is only interesting when it is open and aboveboard, isn't it?"

"Interrupting your charge-up?"

"To be honest."

"That thought never even crossed my mind."

"Such boring things simply do not suit my aesthetics."

"In comparison, I much prefer defeating and killing my enemies when they are at their strongest. Only then will I feel that my victory is beyond dispute, perfectly justified, and without the slightest blemish—"

Hearing that.

Although Kang Xingcheng wanted to angrily denounce the other's extreme arrogance and utter disregard for them.

When he saw Ling Wuyuan's calm, self-satisfied expression, one wholly devoid of contempt—as though he were merely stating some kind of truth—Kang Xingcheng was ultimately unable to voice his rebuke.

He could clearly tell that Ling Wuyuan genuinely thought that way from the bottom of his heart. There was not the slightest falsehood in his words—

For a time.

Thinking of the other's words and actions.

An especially complicated look surfaced in Kang Xingcheng's eyes.

He understood that the person before him not only possessed cultivation talent far surpassing his own, but even his heart far surpassed his own...

That was an unwavering will, steadfast unto death. Even with mortal danger before him, he could face it calmly, maintaining his beliefs and thoughts without the slightest tremor.

In an instant.

Kang Xingcheng's fighting spirit continuously sank like water pouring out from a broken dam.

After all.

When even he himself believed that he was inferior to the other in