Everyone was aghast. Lord God's immense power had proved so vulnerable before Lin Shen. Many could not help but reassess the true strength of the Immortal Court.
Fuleila's expression was somewhat complicated, while Ximen Swordsman frowned in thought. He seemed to be considering whether he could have neutralized the power of that finger strike if it had been directed at him. The conclusion did not appear optimistic.
"The gap in rank is too great. We cannot contend with him through force." Someone shook his head and sighed.
Everyone shared the same thought at that moment. With such a vast disparity in rank, a head-on clash was certainly impossible. They could only win through technique, and that was their sole chance.
Ignoring his injuries, Lord God rose from the ground. His wounds had already healed on their own, and the dirt clinging to him had fallen away by itself.
Everyone thought Lord God still wished to fight, since he had only lost in strength and had yet to compete in technique.
"I lost." Lord God said that, then turned and left.
Others thought he had merely lost in strength, but he himself knew full well that his Hand of God had failed to seize that power. He had lost in technique as well.
With Lord God's surrender, the area outside Heavenly Well Lake suddenly fell into deathly silence. When Lin Shen called for the next challenger, no one answered.
Those who could come here were all proud people, but pride was not stupidity. They had already seen the enormous gap in rank and power between themselves and Lin Shen.
Although Lin Shen had said he would not win through brute force or speed, a higher rank inevitably possessed a greater understanding of power than a lower rank. If they wished to