High atop the towering viewing platform, Zhi Xing and Old Man Withered Glory sat quietly, their gazes fixed on Chen Xiaojun and Xue Shiming below.
Tension hung in the air. Zhi Xing's brows were tightly knitted, surprise and bewilderment showing in his eyes, while Old Man Withered Glory wore a grave expression, deeply shaken by Chen Xiaojun's performance.
An invisible pressure enveloped the entire arena. Their gazes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight into the heart.
After a long silence, Zhi Xing finally broke the stillness, forcing out the words with difficulty. "The Sixth Prince... he... actually lost."
Xue Shiming was one of the leading figures of their Heaven Dou Academy, yet even with him holding the fort, one person had swept through them all, setting a record of "humiliation" unprecedented in the academy's centuries of history.
Strictly speaking, Zhi Xing could hardly escape blame either. Not only had he led the team, but he was also inextricably tied to the reason Chen Xiaojun had entered the arena.
Old Man Withered Glory took a sip of tea and smiled faintly. "I told you, battles aren't decided by Soul Power alone. Talent and will matter too."
"He kept that second thousand-year Soul Skill hidden the whole time, then struck at the very end-a single blow to finish it!"
Their views reflected the philosophies of their respective academies. Heaven Dou Academy leaned somewhat toward "Soul Power above all," or perhaps "combat strength above all," while Chang'an Academy championed the idea that "Soul Power isn't everything," pursuing a well-rounded education in personal qualities.
Old Man Withered Glory sighed softly. "Still, even I never expected this little fellow from the Chen Clan to be so astonishing."
Zhi Xing nodded with a strained expression, acknowledging his approval and admiration for Chen Xiaojun. "He is