Frying Fish Requires Steadiness, Precision, and Ruthlessness. Shen Yunshen's opponent wore an unwilling expression, but he knew he had already lost.
Shen Yunshen had shown mercy. Otherwise, that finger from the Young Sect Master just now could have landed somewhere other than his wrist.
His chest, forehead, throat...
It could have landed anywhere.
If he stubbornly continued the fight, then he would be the one "failing to appreciate the situation."
Thus, Shen Yunshen's opponent decisively stopped on the arena and cupped his hands toward Shen Yunshen in salute:
"I lost."
Shen Yunshen said nothing, merely returning the salute with a smile.
Wu Kuang nodded slightly and turned to say something to Shen Cang. A rare smile also appeared on Shen Cang's face.
Shen Cang had long since chosen Shen Yunshen as his successor.
Barring unforeseen circumstances, Shen Cang would most likely never reach the Wanhua Realm. But judging by the talent Shen Yunshen had displayed so far, entering the Spirit Realm was practically a certainty.
As long as his backer—the "upper sect," Mystic Mechanism Palace—remained safe, the common cultivation-world tragedy of a white-haired man sending off a black-haired one would most likely not play out between Shen Cang and his son.
The true main event was Huangfu Jin.
When Huangfu Jin stepped onto the arena, the clamor throughout the training ground unconsciously dropped a few notches.
He was nineteen this year, tall and lean, with a cold, stern face. He wore a fitted azure outfit, and an ancient-looking longsword hung at his waist.
Standing at the center of the arena, he saluted the viewing platform before turning to face his opponent—Elder Sun of the Bright Azure Sect. Martial Spring Realm Mid-stage, cultivating for more than forty years; by seniority, his seat within the sect was relatively far back.
Precisely because