"This is impossible! It makes no sense!"
"Dragon's Wrath was clearly more powerful than Star of Fury. They weren't even on the same level! How could it fail to stop Star of Fury, yet stop Dragon's Wrath?"
"Cunning! This scoundrel is far too cunning!"
"..."
Shocked cries surged like a tide, resentment nearly reaching the heavens.
Hong Yi's eyes narrowed. His heart was clear as a mirror, and he silently thought, To see the subtle and infer the obvious, to hear one thing and understand ten—that's the kind of genius he is. What a pity, what a pity.
As one of the two combatants, he could see things clearly. Xu Yi had been under attack earlier without striking back, not because he couldn't, but because he was studying the characteristics of Hong Yi's cultivation technique.
One had to admit, an Old Ancestor was an Old Ancestor. That was exactly what Xu Yi had thought, and exactly what he had done.
Xu Yi understood perfectly well that cultivators of Hong Yi's caliber no longer tried to be broadly learned. Instead, they pursued mastery in a narrow field. They could generally tell, from a single technique, which branch of numerology formed its foundation.
The earlier beating he'd passively endured had been part of the process of experiencing it firsthand.
By the time he'd figured out its principles, Hong Yi could only dream of hurting him with techniques of that kind again.
After destroying Hong Yi's two fire dragons with one strike, Xu Yi didn't linger to fight. He continued to flee at speed.
Hong Yi froze for a moment, and Xu Yi used the opening to get far ahead. In an instant, he had reached the sea.
"Old Ancestor, if we don't get rid of this man, Two Forget Peak may well