On the Tournament Stage.
Jun Wangchen stood calmly in place, holding his wooden sword in a reverse grip. Strands of hair drifted around his face, making him look like an immaculate immortal.
In contrast, He Tian's clothes were torn and his body was stained with blood. He looked utterly wretched.
"No... impossible. How could I... Urgh!"
Before he could finish, He Tian spat out another mouthful of blood, his expression fading.
At that moment, he felt utterly stifled.
After losing to Jun Wangchen in the first round, he had lost to him again in the second.
And he had been defeated with a single strike, without even a moment to offer any further resistance.
This dramatic outcome felt like the cruelest mockery.
"Why? Why did I lose to him? I'm a late Earth tier martial artist, one of the Mythic Heavenly Palace's top twenty experts! Why? Why?!" He Tian stared blankly at the sky, utterly dispirited.
Losing to someone strong was not frightening. Losing to someone you considered pathetically weak was.
Seeing He Tian like this, Jun Wangchen could not help shaking his head.
If someone could not even acknowledge his own defeat, how could he continue down the path of cultivation?
"He Tian, since you've lost, leave the stage. Don't disgrace the Mythic Heavenly Palace's top twenty," Senior Sister Luo Qin reminded him with a frown.
He Tian shuddered, then lowered his head and silently walked off the Tournament Stage.
"Victory and defeat are part of any battle. Losing isn't frightening. What's frightening is someone who won't even admit he's lost!" As He Tian passed the masked man, the man patted his shoulder and comforted him.
"I understand. Thank you, Senior Brother!" He Tian took a deep breath, looked at Jun Wangchen, and said solemnly, "I lost today. Next