If his two most handy magical artifacts were destroyed here, causing his strength to plummet, what would be the point of winning the position of squad leader?
Would he be able to subdue his fellow disciples on the team? Would he be able to bring the various factions along the way to heel?
No!
Liang Dong had his answer.
Even with spirit stones, buying two suitable magical artifacts at such short notice would not be easy.
Was he supposed to ask his master? His master had more than one disciple!
He had already weighed the gains and losses and made his decision. With his skills falling short, there was nothing more to say.
Losing one duel did not mean throwing away his entire path of cultivation. Staking everything on a single throw like a gambler would!
He conceded aloud, feeling somewhat lost, but Liang Dong remained resolute and composed.
"Thank you for the match, Senior Brother Liang."
With a stir of his divine sense, Liu Yu halted his spirit artifacts' attacks. His expression unchanged, he cupped his hands from afar and spoke calmly.
"My strength was lacking. I was no match for you, Junior Brother Liu."
"If my cultivation and divine abilities advance in the years to come, I hope you will not begrudge me another lesson."
Liang Dong spoke frankly.
He believed he had lost because of the spirit artifacts, so he remained somewhat unconvinced and wanted an opportunity to wash away this humiliation.
"If you are so inclined, Senior Brother Liang, I, Qing Yang, will gladly await your arrival at any time."
Liu Yu roughly understood his thoughts. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained cold as he spoke.
What this man did not know was that, had this duel not