Profound Clarity Heavenly Sect, Wuxu Arena.
Xu Jin landed steadily in the arena, his gaze turning toward Yan Yun, who stood with her head held high.
Compared with Yan Yun, who was almost constantly preparing and honing herself for hard battles, Xu Jin had been far more relaxed lately.
He cultivated when it was time to cultivate, rested when it was time to rest, and occasionally spent his free time discussing proposals concerning the Heavenly Derivation Sect with his master and a group of elders.
Although Chu Xingchen had used an illusion technique, any means employed in a life-and-death struggle were naturally part of one's abilities and beyond reproach.
Apparently, Chu Xingchen's methods were formidable as well, and he too was in the Body Integration Realm.
No one could have imagined that the Heavenly Derivation Sect had concealed such a sharp sword. Now, the time had come for that blade to bare its ferocity.
So Xu Jin naturally understood that this sparring match had already lost its original purpose. Taking it seriously would amount to little.
He could simply treat it as a brief exchange and go through the motions. The Heavenly Derivation Sect knew the inside story and naturally would not take it too seriously either. They would probably exchange a few casual blows, let him win, and be done with it.
After all, the Heavenly Derivation Sect had already gained something of substance. Surely they ought to concede a little face in return.
But...
Looking at Yan Yun's spirited bearing before him, Xu Jin felt that she did not look as though she intended to go through the motions.
Why did she look as if she were about to fight for her life?
Or had the Heavenly Derivation Sect always enjoyed putting on a little act?
Regardless, Xu