Putting his thoughts aside, Li Lianghan watched Xiang Zhuo stumble around the arena, with Jiang Ji chasing him like a dog, and called out, "Zhuo, come back. You're no match for him."
"Yes, Teacher!"
Xiang Zhuo, who had been struggling to hold on, immediately stopped. He'd wanted to give up and admit defeat for a while now; he just hadn't been able to bring himself to say it.
Watching Xiang Zhuo return to Li Lianghan's side, Jiang Ji spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto the ground. "That was boring. I'd only just gotten interested, and he gave up."
In the stands, Shi Jie calmly picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. Then he looked at the two superpowered figures from Yang City sitting beside him, Xia Hong and Wen Fei.
One was the patriarch of the Xia Family, a powerful bloodline clan. The other was the lord of Yang City. Their strength was nearly equal, with Xia Hong holding a slight edge. Both belonged to the small circle of Yang City's strongest.
"Old Xia, Old Wen, what do you think of my disciple?"
Xia Hong wore a dignified expression, while Wen Fei exuded the powerful presence of a man in authority. Watching Jiang Ji, who was clearly badly injured but still brimming with fighting spirit, they gave their assessments.
"Above-average talent, but he's incredibly experienced in combat. He's a promising one."
"Agreed. If he becomes an Elite Jonin someday, that fearless personality of his will help him leap over the dragon gate."
The two superpowered figures of Yang City gave a fair assessment, and Shi Jie agreed with them.
He was an elder of the Guardian Guild, immensely powerful and highly respected. Countless talented young people wanted him as their teacher, including many whose