Wang Chong recited, "With a single breath, the fire dragon's essence gathered; it subdued demons and slew devils with singular merit..." Then he could not continue.
He had been blessed with a photographic memory and learned everything exceptionally quickly, yet his talent for poetry was painfully slow-witted, worlds apart from his father, Vice Minister Wang.
Wang Chong held his sword across his chest as a fire dragon whirled about outside his body. Having just defeated Bai Zhiwei, who was of the same generation as Ancestor Tuo Tuo and the like, he truly had "won fame on Wutai Mountain in a single day, sending thousands of disciples tumbling over the railings. His swordsmanship shone so dazzlingly that none could match it; only now did he become an immortal among swords."
Thousands of Wutai disciples witnessed this junior of the sixth generation make his name with a single sword strike, and every one of them was stirred to the core.
Yuan Ran's face alternated between red and white. He recalled exchanging several hundred sword moves with Wang Chong, while Wang Chong had defeated Bai Zhiwei in no more than the instant a hare rose and a falcon swooped, as swift as lightning and sparks from flint. How could he fail to realize that Wang Chong had "shown him mercy"?
Though Gao Li, the Azure Crane, had been smashed into the dust by the Qiankun Ring, his injuries had not been severe. After taking the Five-Terrace Sect's spiritual medicine, he had already recovered and returned to the arena, where he had just won a match.
Now, seeing Wang Chong swiftly defeat Bai Zhiwei despite her having unleashed both flying swords and magic treasures, he could not help sighing deeply and extinguished any thought of seeking trouble with Wang Chong again in the future.