An Enormous Haul

Freed from all his duties,

Shen Changchuan returned, lighthearted and unburdened, to the cave abode the Dragon Firmament Sect had assigned him for his usual secluded cultivation.

This time, however, he did not immediately enter seclusion to cultivate.

Instead, he took the rare opportunity to settle down,

quiet his mind,

and begin recalling his battle with Zhou Lingfeng in Tiannan City.

Reviewing and analyzing his battles afterward, criticizing both his opponent and himself, had always been Shen Changchuan's habit.

His ability to improve with every battle owed no small part to that good habit.

First,

one thing worthy of praise in this battle was that he had performed very well.

He had seized the first opening Zhou Lingfeng's arrogance offered and dealt him a grievous wound,

laying a solid foundation for killing him later.

That had been a very wise decision.

Otherwise,

without that opening Space Thorn piercing his opponent's body and leaving a wound that could not be healed quickly, killing him afterward would certainly not have been so easy!

In this battle,

he had already performed very well.

Still, there were things I could improve.

Shen Changchuan pondered, the details of his battle with Zhou Lingfeng surfacing in his mind one by one.

My second and third attacks were a little too hasty.

I used Space Slash, hoping to kill him in one stroke while his mind was shaken. But its power threatened his life and instead directly triggered his automatic protective talisman.

That sent my second attack down the drain and even gave him time to recover his composure.

If he hadn't misjudged the situation, overlooked his own danger, and unleashed his power without leaving anything in reserve, that battle would probably have dragged on.

Shen Changchuan reflected inwardly.

Come to think of it,

if he had