When it was his turn, he could not even muster his spirits. He merely threw two perfunctory punches, barely earning a six-star rating before turning and leaving, unwilling to stay another moment.
As Li Bufan and Lin Zhiyan made their moves, the prodigies of the major sects also began revealing their strength one after another.
Some soared into the air, rising from the ground into the clouds in just a few breaths. When they threw a punch, the Enlightenment Stele's nine-star radiance shone as brilliantly as daylight;
Some drew their swords and rose, a glint of cold light bursting into a ten-thousand-foot brilliance. As Sword Intent crisscrossed the air, the entire plaza was enveloped by that razor-sharp aura;
Among the four great sects, each had more than a dozen disciples who had achieved nine-star ratings. Some of their auras were deep and restrained, like still currents in the depths of the sea; some were exposed and sharp, like swords drawn from their sheaths; others carried a natural, seamless artistic conception. Every one of them secretly startled Li Bufan.
He had originally believed that he already counted among the very best in this Hidden Dragon Tournament, but now that he had witnessed the grace and might of those prodigies in action, he realized he had still underestimated the heroes of the world.
There were countless people evenly matched with him, and countless more who far surpassed him.
Yet rather than feeling discouraged, he laughed.
That smile carried battle intent that had truly been ignited, like someone who, after a long silence, had finally encountered an opponent worthy of drawing his blade against.
To contend with the world was exactly what he wanted.
Very soon, the second trial of comprehension came to an end. Some rejoiced while others grieved. The disciples who