Chen Yu lay at the edge of the arena, a huge section of his chest caved in.
His eyes were wide open, his pupils filled with the same question.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What just happened?
He remembered using only thirty percent of his strength. He remembered that Golden Severing Divine Light had condensed all he had learned in his life. He remembered saying that as long as his opponent touched him once, it would count as a win.
Then, a dirt-stained rake had simply clawed down at him.
Just once.
His protective golden light shattered, his defensive treasure armor shattered, his breastbone shattered, his confidence shattered—his entire outlook on life, world, and values had all shattered!
Ancestor Golden Severing slowly raised his head and looked at the youth across from him, who was still scratching the back of his head with a foolish grin. His lips trembled for a long while, yet he could not utter a single word.
Seeing him look over, Zhang Goudan hurriedly bowed again, his expression even more apologetic. "Old grandpa, I really didn't mean to!"
"I thought he was really strong, so I used just a tiny bit more strength. Who knew he'd go flying..."
The corners of Ancestor Golden Severing's mouth twitched violently several times.
Used just a tiny bit more strength?
Just a tiny bit?
Then if he used his full strength...
Wouldn't one swing of that rake gouge a hole right through the arena?
"I-It's... fine." Ancestor Golden Severing squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth, then withdrew from the arena in disgrace with Chen Yu.
He did not even dare throw out a harsh word, because he had seen the faintly smiling gaze of the silver-robed Divine General on the eastern viewing platform.
The gaze of an