Inside the Inner Scenery, Qin Shi watched Old He fabricate a second personality.
"This 'Flathead Bro' who picks a fight with anyone he sees really does have the exact same temperament as Old Qi. He's nothing like my refined and easygoing self."
Qin Shi couldn't help baring his teeth. Watching himself act so cocky and arrogant, glaring sideways as he hacked people down, felt subtle and strange.
It was like creating an account in a video game and leveling up a secondary character, experiencing something completely different.
"Let's see whether this 'Qin Wuxiang' really is more ferocious than me."
Qin Shi narrowed his eyes and settled comfortably in the Inner Scenery, waiting for Qin Wuxiang to put on a show.
Boom!
With a disdainful gaze, "Qin Wuxiang"—who looked as if he refused to bow to anyone—was smashed into the spiritual world created by the Eternal Only Dao.
"Interesting."
"Qin Wuxiang" kept his head raised and his arms folded across his chest.
"A born powerhouse like me can only have myself as a worthy opponent."
Wasn't he embarrassed saying things like that?
Qin Shi grumbled silently. He could hardly look at Old Qi the same way anymore; his idealized image of the First Generation Ten Prodigies had shattered all over again.
He thought of the Stellar Cup finals at the Summit of the Stars, where Old Qi and Old He had traded insults, unable to stand the sight of each other.
"Who would have thought that these peerless talents destined to become Martial Gods would be like this?"
Qin Shi shook his head, unable to help sighing.
Back then, when he'd secretly crouched in a video arcade, watching Stellar Cup matches on a blurry screen, he'd never imagined that one day he'd be personally trained by two candidates for Martial God,