Chen Yan clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze settling on Huangfu Jin, who had only just climbed back to his feet.
The two remained like that—one standing atop the arena, the other below it—staring at each other for several breaths.
"...I lost."
At last, Huangfu Jin spoke bluntly, though his tone was still filled with unwillingness.
But there was nothing he could do.
Huangfu Jin had never felt such an immense gap before.
It was as though his opponent stood an entire major realm above him.
Facing an opponent like this, Huangfu Jin knew full well that if they continued, he would only make a greater fool of himself.
He might as well concede cleanly.
On the viewing platform, Wu Kuang slowly leaned back into his chair, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyes still nailed to the young man in servant's clothes on the arena.
It was a gaze that seemed to be scrutinizing him.
As a Spirit 통 Realm cultivator and an External Affairs Hall deacon of Mystic Mechanism Palace, Wu Kuang had spent years maneuvering across Immortal Origin Land and had seen much of the world.
Huangfu Jin was unquestionably a genius of the Immortal Path.
Whether it had been his earlier spar with Elder Sun of the Bright Azure Sect or his clash with Fang Jun, a disciple of Mystic Mechanism Palace, both had proven as much.
Unless he encountered a genius of equal talent, he could be called invincible within his realm.
Yet what had just happened...
The servant standing on the arena was also a Martial Spring Realm cultivator.
But before he stepped onto the arena, he had been nothing more than a mortal.
In the eyes of Wu Kuang and Shen Cang, two Spirit 통 Realm cultivators, that servant