A Load of Nonsense

In Shan Wanquan's eyes—or, for that matter, in the eyes of most spectators—all they'd seen was the Cangshan Sect's Third Elder stride onto the stage with his sword, get caught by the blade, take a palm strike to the chest, fly backward, and then spit blood and concede.

That was it?

That was it, that was it, that was it?

A veteran Human Rank expert, and that was it???

Shan Wanquan was dumbfounded. He even wondered if the Cangshan Sect's Third Elder was an impostor.

Only after going over it carefully, and seeing the deep apprehension in the eyes of the other Human Rank experts as they looked at Fang Yue, did he finally accept it.

The guy on the stage—the one who'd beaten him—had truly defeated the Cangshan Sect's Third Elder, a veteran Human Rank Initial Stage expert, with a single move through sheer strength!

Hiss—

Coming back to his senses, Shan Wanquan couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath.

Night Dawn—terrifying indeed!

Suddenly... he felt relieved.

There was no shame in losing!

Because the one who'd beaten him turned out to be an incredibly impressive figure even among Human Rank experts.

So what if he'd lost? What did it matter if a good-for-nothing who hadn't even reached Human Rank had lost?

"Master, I haven't disgraced our Mountain Fist Sect! We lost fair and square, and we had every reason to lose!"

Shan Wanquan even started to feel a little proud.

The Cangshan Sect's Third Elder had been defeated by Night Dawn in one move.

And a good-for-nothing like me had also been defeated by Night Dawn in one move.

So I = the Cangshan Sect's Third Elder!

That made sense, didn't it? Going by the result, I was on the same level as the Cangshan Sect's Third Elder!