Inside the Thunder Domain.
Su Qing leaned on his sword, panting heavily. His blue robes were in tatters, and beneath his disheveled black hair, a charred lightning scar was faintly visible, beads of crimson blood slowly seeping from it.
Silver lightning still lingered in the air, gradually dissipating and returning to heaven and earth.
"Cough!"
Su Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his back, and drew a deep breath. He looked toward the thin, dark-skinned, bald old man, his gaze sharp.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Bei Ming Dragon Kun applauded with a smile and offered his praise.
"Good. Very good!"
"Not even Shen Cangsheng or Li Xuantong could match what you just did."
Su Qing shook his head. "I'm simply more familiar with lightning as a force. Had it been a different kind of attack, I might not have withstood it."
"That's a skill of yours, too."
Bei Ming Dragon Kun spoke with a warm smile, regarding Su Qing as though he were a precious piece of jade.
In recent years, the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy had suffered a gap in talent between its older and newer students, failing to achieve satisfactory rankings in several consecutive Spirit Academy Competitions.
Competition between Spirit Academies had always been fierce, not to mention the countless major Spirit Academies below them that eyed the Five Great Academies like hungry tigers.
If the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy still failed to earn a good ranking in the next Spirit Academy Competition, its position among the Five Great Academies would hang by a thread.
Li Xuantong and Shen Cangsheng were good, but that was all they were.
Compared with either Wen Qingxuan of the Myriad Phoenix Spirit Academy or Wu Ling of the Martial Spirit Academy, they lacked that final touch.
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