"Brother Lin, I never imagined your strength would be so unfathomable. Looks like when we fought, you were holding back!"
Hou Shaojie watched Lin Chang'sheng face off against the prodigy of the Immortal Martial Hall, astonished that he managed to crush his opponent with just two moves.
With cultivation like that, he feared he wouldn't be able to withstand even a single strike.
Back when he sparred with Lin Chang'sheng, it was back and forth, but now it's clear Lin Chang'sheng was suppressing his true strength, never showing his full power.
"Brother Hou, you flatter me! Among friends, our duels aren't about determining a winner—today was just a last resort."
Lin Chang'sheng replied humbly.
If he hadn't heavily injured his opponent, he'd likely have been the one ending up wounded.
Given the circumstances, Lin Chang'sheng had no choice but to let the other take the hit.
"Brother Chang'sheng, you've advanced to the top eight already? Wait, now it's the final four!"
