An eerie silence prevailed.5

Guo Long lifted his head, disbelief etched on his face as he stared at Wu Yuan, his chest throbbing in pain. Even with the protective gear, his qi was in turmoil.1

How can this be? His steps were not quick, how did he dodge a direct thrust from me? Guo Long struggled to accept it.2

He had dedicated six whole years to perfecting his spear arts. And yet, he couldn't even last a single exchange against a fourteen-year-old boy?1

"I lost!" Guo Long gritted his teeth. Though he was reluctant, a loss was a loss! Guo Long knew that if Wu Yuan had not held back at the last moment, that staff thrust would have left him crippled or severely injured.0

"Thank you for your mercy, Senior Brother Wu." Guo Long rose and spoke in a low voice. He had changed how he addressed Wu Yuan to ‘Senior Brother Wu’.1

Within the Cloudstride Sect, all disciples of the various martial academies referred to the disciples of the Cloud Martial...0