Thinking back on everything he had experienced throughout this grand competition,
and recalling all the efforts he had made to cultivate a means capable of dealing with Lin Wushuang,
when that dharma gate, into which he had poured such immense painstaking effort, had truly played a crucial role,
when he had truly defeated Lin Wushuang and claimed first place,
at this very moment,
Shen Changchuan's heart was filled with the exhilarating sensation of fulfillment!
That feeling of ease brimmed with delight, so much so that it gave him a sense of unreality.
It was as though his life had become complete,
as though he lacked nothing at all.
"I... lost?!"
Not far away,
at some unknown point,
Lin Wushuang had already forced his tottering body upright and stood.
Green light descended from the skies, enveloping him within.
The abundant vitality swiftly healed the wounds on his body.
Yet Lin Wushuang paid not the slightest attention to the recovery of his injuries.
He merely stood there blankly,
and there was no furious rage on his pale face—only bewilderment and incomprehension.
He slowly raised both hands, which were stained with blood.
That was his blood!
The crimson bloodstains were somewhat glaring, plainly telling him one fact:
He had lost!
This was an outcome Lin Wushuang had never imagined!
Before the grand competition had begun,
he had considered how many moves it would take to end the battle,
he had considered what unusual methods Shen Changchuan might display, and how many things might pique his interest,
but he had never considered
that he would actually lose!
Lin Wushuang's face was filled with confusion, incomprehension, and helplessness.
"Shen was fortunate to win this time. Senior Brother Lin need not blame himself too harshly."
Seeing Lin Wushuang's reaction across from him,
Shen Changchuan, who had