The Asura God commented.
"That boy named Qin Mu may have displayed decent physical strength and sharp instincts in the earlier scenes, but that was merely the struggle of a lowly ant."
"Spirit Fetus Realm? Such a humble realm is, in my eyes, not even comparable to those soul masters on Douluo Continent who have just awakened their martial souls."
"And at such a rudimentary level, the sophistication of one's cultivation techniques, resources, and moves will play a decisive role."
The Asura God pointed at Qianqiu in the light screen.
"That Lijiang Sect disciple has steady footwork and restrained breath. He has clearly mastered the Lijiang Sect's introductory cultivation technique to perfection."
"His sword case must be concealing a trump card capable of killing with a single strike."
"And look at that country boy. Though there is a certain ferocity in the way he holds his blade, it is utterly without form or discipline."
The God of Destruction joined the discussion. Shrouded in a purple-black robe, his voice was hoarse and piercing.
"This is not a duel at all. It is a one-sided slaughter."
The God of Destruction said mockingly.
"One is the chief disciple of a sect, backed by endless resources; the other is a country cowherd who only knows how to roll around in mud and does not even possess a decent weapon."
"This battle does not even make me want to keep watching."
"Those old fools from Crippled Old Village are merely using that child's life to preserve their pitiful and ridiculous pride."
The gods all nodded in agreement. Over their long divine lifetimes, they had seen far too many such scenes of lowly mortals trying to challenge geniuses beyond their rank.
But miracles had never existed in the face of an absolute gap in resources.
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