Yang Yuanhong's position on the Gold Ranking had been decided under the auspices of the Absolute Void Sword Immortal, Ye Chenfeng.
Chu Jingxiao ranked a full six places below him, which was enough to show that, in Ye Chenfeng's judgment, there was a clear gap between the two in raw strength.
And the actual course of this Dao discussion once again proved that point. Under Yang Yuanhong's plain and unadorned fighting style, that gap was further magnified.
The more Chu Jingxiao fought him, the more helplessness he felt in his heart.
He had already tried countless variations—swift attacks such as Palm Lightning and Thunderbolt Strike, wide-area assaults that summoned thunderstorms through thunderclouds, and even the bizarre technique of using heavenly thunder to stir earthly fire.
Yet no matter how he changed up his spells, even when he achieved all-encompassing lightning coverage, he was never able to inflict any substantial harm on Yang Yuanhong.
"Hiss—he's formidable! With such astonishing physical strength, in the Core Formation Realm, perhaps only that little monk from Kudhan Temple could contend with him!"
Chu Jingxiao inwardly sighed. It isn't just his body. This Yang Hu surpasses me by several measures in speed, reactions, and offensive methods as well. And no matter how I alter my moves, I can't catch even the slightest flaw in him!
Up to this point in the battle, Yang Yuanhong had given Chu Jingxiao the feeling that he was utterly watertight.
His fighting style was simply too steady. Unless someone could force him back head-on with strength a level greater than his own, no matter how endlessly changing the techniques were, they would all vanish beneath his fierce, powerful fists.
It seemed that the Heavenly Talent Ranking's assessment of "able to slay Spiritual Connection Perfection" contained absolutely no exaggeration.
Knowing there was