Tang Wulin immediately thought of the Twin Martial Souls wielder he had faced. That berserk power and bizarre control techniques had forced him to go all out just to barely clear the second stage, even with the opponent at only seventy percent strength.
What surfaced in Xie Xie's mind was a tall, breathtakingly beautiful girl whose supple waist bent like a drawn bow. Her elusive speed and tricky attack angles had made him suffer badly in the very first stage.
But what appeared in Gu Yue's mind was a black-haired boy with strange light flickering in his eyes.
At the final stage, he had defeated her with ease.
The feeling of fighting him had been enough to make her shudder. His absolute command over the elements and combat instincts that seemed capable of foreseeing everything had left her feeling utterly powerless.
The three of them sank into thought, solemnity and unwillingness showing on their faces. Compared to those projections, they truly felt a clear gap.
Yet amid the silence of contemplation, an extremely faint but clearly audible snort sounded.
"Heh."
The sound came from Situ Xuan.
He did not even open his eyes. The corner of his mouth merely curled into an undisguised sneer before returning to its usual calm expression.
That snort sounded especially harsh in the quiet office.
Wu Zhangkong's gaze instantly sharpened as it turned toward Situ Xuan.
Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue also looked over instinctively.
Yet Situ Xuan behaved as though nothing had happened, lacking even the interest to explain himself or offer any further comment.
That snort had already conveyed his entire attitude—toward Wu Zhangkong's solemn introduction and those supposedly "real Soul Master" projections, he considered even commenting on them a waste of breath.
Seventy percent strength?
What difference would full strength