"I... have nothing left to teach you."
When he said this, Chen Meng himself felt a wave of melancholy.
How long had it been?
Just a few months ago, Lin Ye could only scramble to dodge his attacks, unable to last even ten minutes.
And now, he had actually grown to a point where he could surpass him.
Chen Meng was no fool. He had sensed it from the very first exchange.
Lin Ye was completely holding back.
He had only symbolically coated the shaft of his spear with his Primordial Gang Sha, not even truly activating its power.
Lin Ye also put away his spear, and just as they had done after countless sparring sessions before, they sat down on the ground in the middle of the field with a silent understanding.
Lin Ye told Chen Meng everything, detail by detail: his experiences at the training camp, his interactions with the Kunlun and Firewood Martial Halls, and finally, his signing of the S-class contract.
