743 Pitiful Little Ao, Powerful Victor

Poor Little Augustine, Mighty Victor!

Augustine!

Come to think of it, Xia Ming had not seen Augustine for quite a long time. That was only natural—since the battle for the Storm Rankings in Emerald City, Xia Ming had received almost no news of Augustine.

He had only heard that Augustine had also progressed rapidly during this time and had already become a legendary powerhouse.

Xia Ming bore no ill will toward Augustine. There was no questioning Augustine's strength and talent, and he was a decent enough person as well.

Augustine had clearly spotted Xia Ming too. The moment he saw him, his gaze shifted slightly, his eyes flashing with a complicated light.

Over this period, Xia Ming's reputation had grown ever more resounding, spreading through nearly the entire Canaan Continent. Whenever the geniuses of the Canaan Continent were mentioned now, almost everyone brought up Xia Ming.

Although Augustine was equally renowned, his light had been eclipsed by Xia Ming's brilliance.

As the saying went, there could be no first in letters, nor second in martial arts. Xia Ming's radiance was simply too dazzling, making Augustine seem dim and colorless by comparison.

Augustine's feelings were incomparably complicated. Back at Thousand Moon Lake, he and Xia Ming had still been roughly on the same level, and even during the Storm Rankings in Emerald City, they had still possessed the strength to fight one another.

But now...

Xia Ming was already a peak Level Thirteen powerhouse, the lord of Emerald City, the Sacred Council's thirteenth councilor in all its history. Not long ago, he had even slain Nicholas, master of the Dark Nest, his name shaking the continent.

Yet Augustine was now merely a mid-Level Twelve powerhouse. Compared to Xia Ming, he was like a firefly vying in brilliance with the bright moon.