When Ling Zhan's voice fell.
Mordes and Armand in the distance had both turned utterly grave.
They exchanged a glance, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes.
After all, no one had expected Basil, the Dragon-Slaying God of Magic, and Derek, the Star-Breaking Martial God, to be defeated so easily.
This was only the first exchange!
But both of them realized something.
Basil and Derek had lost just now entirely because they had been too careless.
They likely had not expected this Jobless Freelancer to unleash a skill with such tremendous power.
Nor had they expected him to catch their recovery window with such Precision.
In truth, they could not be blamed for being careless.
The opponents they had faced in the past were mostly demon monsters or companions from their own legion.
When sparring against companions within the legion, once or twice was fine. But if they did it every day, there would be no progress at all.
The reason was simple: there were almost no legion members who could defeat them.
Those ranked below them could never beat them.
And there was no one ranked above them.
Thus, Mordes, Derek, Armand, and the other top ten members of the legion could only spar with each other.
Yet the gap between the top ten was minuscule. They sparred over and over, but everyone remained more or less the same, unable to find a breakthrough for improvement.
As a result, they had been unable to improve.
Only by fighting opponents stronger than oneself in a matched duel could one's strength and combat techniques improve rapidly.
Of course...
This rule did not apply to exceptional cases like Ling Zhan, who was incredibly self-disciplined and loved pursuing the limits.
Because Ling Zhan's greatest enemy was himself.
At this moment.
As the