Ling Que's body dissipated. Skinny turned and attacked the other Ling Que, who dissipated just the same. The Spirit Battle technique vanished.
Ling Que put some distance between himself and Skinny. "I concede."
Skinny froze, then erupted with joy. Facing the Second Layer, he shouted, "Big Bro, did you see that? I won! I won!"
On the Second Layer, Fatty cheered. "Little Bro, we're the strongest! I'm proud of you, Little Bro! Huh, have you lost weight?"
"Hahahaha, Big Bro, have you gotten fatter?"
"Hahahaha."
Ling Que's mouth fell open. He looked like an idiot. He'd actually been beaten by this fool! He was a Lingling Clan genius, and even his Ju Que Saber—born from the union of ten talents—along with his Spirit Battle had been defeated. And he'd lost to this fool?
He felt like dying.
It was over. His clan would beat him to death when he got home. It was over.
The whole universe had seen him humiliated. This fool had beaten him; his reputation, his image, and even his fan club were finished.
Ling Que was overwhelmed by shame.
On the Second Layer, Ling Gong stared at Skinny's hands. That battle technique could actually shatter the Ju Que Saber. It was impressive.
Lu Yin frowned. It was a very unusual, and very impressive, battle technique.
Wang Yi's eyes gleamed. So it was true. He hadn't been mistaken. It was exactly that kind of technique.
Whether it was fate or something else, following Ling Que, Mu Rong appeared on the First Layer. His opponent was Wu Taibai.
Ling Que's battle with Skinny had revealed the power of the Ju Que Saber and the wonder of the Spirit Battle technique, leaving many Sixth Continent cultivators amazed and curious about Ling Que's background. Mu Rong, however—a master who