Impossible!

Xin Wenbin felt as if he was nearly about to become insane from anger. He had invested all of his time and effort into the past three weeks of training and had smoothly advanced to the True Martial ninth layer. He had a good aptitude to boot!

With all of those factors in his favor, he should have been able to steamroll over a True Martial sixth layer stage cultivator like Lin Xun. How could Xin Wenbin have anticipated such a turn of events instead?

It was especially humiliating because he was a True Martial ninth layer expert, a descendent of the Forbidden City’s Imperial Guard Commander, and someone who had inherited his clan’s strongest techniques. Despite all of those advantages, he had been defeated twice while everyone was watching!

His opponent was at best a True Martial seventh layer cultivator whose upbringing definitely could not compare to his own. Even the battle art used by Lin Xun was the empire’s most common and basic Marching Army Fist.

Xin Wenbin could not accept losing to such a person!

He leaped onto the duel stage again with a guttural howl. Xin Wenbin was much more cautious this time and chose...