As the saying went: thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never look down on a poor young man.
Lou Da Shao had a temper too.
Even if his abilities were a bit worse, his level a bit worse, his rank a bit worse, his techniques a bit worse—everything a bit worse—Ji Jue had provoked him right to his face. How could he possibly swallow that?
He acted at once!
You bastard, I've put up with you for a long time!!!
Unfortunately, he really should have endured a little longer...
Within half an hour, in the workshop Experimental Zone that had been torn to pieces, Lou Feng, thoroughly burned out, fell backwards and spat out his final strand of indignant white foam. "See? You got impatient again."
Ji Jue shook his head with a sigh, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe the grime and blood from his hands. "Young man, don't be so hot-blooded. See? Now you've suffered for it, haven't you?
"But that Remnant Spirit Transformation move really was badass. Promising future, promising future!"
That was enough, enough. Lasting this long was already quite impressive.
What Ji Jue had not expected was that Lou Feng would actually achieve a new breakthrough in such a short time.
There was something to him!
Just not much.
From realizing the situation was unfavorable, to repeatedly making bad moves, to desperate struggle, and finally delivering a victory speech, Ji Jue had won without any effort. It wasn't that Lou Da Shao was bad; he had simply played too many high-level matches.
Rank suppression and the superior suppression of Embers—even with the Workshop, they could not erase such an absurd gap. Besides, Ji Jue was Ye Xian's carefully forged inheritor, a god of civil war who used Scene Tremor as