His last shred of consolation instantly crumbled when Yang Chen defeated his opponent.
When had he begun to form the mistaken impression that Yang Chen was inferior to him?
What gave him the right to think Yang Chen was inferior to him?
In truth, only he himself had thought Yang Chen was trash, that there was a difference between them as vast as heaven and earth, and thus he had rejected Yang Chen's request from the very beginning.
Thinking of all this, Zhang Shihao regretted it until his guts turned green. If he had cooperated with Yang Chen and helped him, he would surely have gone much farther than he had now, rather than ending up in this state.
Pain. Unwillingness!
Yet Yang Chen paid him no heed. Just as he had said, he had never regarded Zhang Shihao as an opponent.
He continued pressing upward.
Five thousand six hundred zhang.
A day later, he successfully passed it.
Watching Yang Chen continue onward without being stopped, Zhang Shihao's heart hurt more and more. He did not know how deeply he regretted it, but there was no way to undo it.
As he watched Yang Chen's receding back go farther and farther away, he could no longer imagine just how powerful Yang Chen truly was.
Three days later.
Five thousand eight hundred zhang!
Yang Chen still had not stopped, and he remained as unfathomable as ever. By now, no matter how foolish Zhang Shihao was, he understood that Yang Chen's initial narrow victory over his opponent had been proof of just how unfathomable he was.
Then came five thousand nine hundred zhang.
Then six thousand zhang, six thousand one hundred zhang!
Finally, six thousand three hundred zhang.
Upon reaching this height, Yang Chen finally encountered the opponent he had long dreamed