Grandmaster
"Why? Because he defeated Xue Wenhua, the half-step grandmaster from the Eastern Three Provinces, the You Province Sword Immortal."
Old Grandmaster He finally couldn't hold back any longer. Otherwise, his disciple's imagination would surely run wild and take him somewhere absurd.
To preserve the You Province Sword Immortal's dignity, Old Grandmaster He summed up their contest with just one word: "defeated."
But in reality, the half-step grandmaster, whose swordsmanship had greatly improved, had been utterly helpless.
Everyone present—Martial Arts Seniors and Notables alike—knew that Xue Wenhua wasn't truly weak. Li Bai was simply that strong, strong beyond imagination.
Anyone called a half-step grandmaster had to have some real skill.
Otherwise, what right would they have to call themselves a "grandmaster"? They'd only be laughed at, and someone would inevitably challenge and beat them.
To wear the title "grandmaster," one had to bear its weight. If you had no qualifications and still went around claiming it, you'd only bring trouble upon yourself.
With a casual flick of his finger, Li Bai had defeated a half-step grandmaster. That was enough to establish his standing in the martial arts world; his reputation was no lesser than that of Old Grandmaster He, the Hundred Step Divine Fist.
After all, the martial arts world respected not smooth talk, but genuine fists. Every grandmaster with a name known throughout the martial world had fought their way there. None had been chosen through some everyone-gets-along, everyone-gets-along arrangement. They were all the real deal, with strength and status beyond question.
"Huh? A half-step grandmaster? Li Bai, you're picking on people again!"
Xiao Wei didn't care at all that he'd defeated a half-step grandmaster. She had no idea what the You Province Sword Immortal was or who Xue Wenhua was. She just hadn't expected Li Bai to stir