"Just give up. Your cultivation level is impressive, but compared to me…"
Wu Liangchen cut him off.
"Something's not right!"
Cilian froze. "What's not right?"
"The power you're exuding isn't right." Wu Liangchen's gaze turned cold as the wound on his palm healed rapidly.
"Oh?" Cilian let out a dry laugh. "I understand how you must feel. After all, you've never known defeat since your debut. It's only natural to be unwilling to accept a sudden loss at my hands, but…"
"The power you've displayed is indeed formidable," Wu Liangchen interrupted him again.
The wound on his palm had now healed, and his grim expression had relaxed.
"But that power isn't yours. Your control over it is clumsy, even crude."
"That's highly unusual. After all, at our level of cultivation, our control over our own bodies is already refined to a meticulous degree. So, if I'm not mistaken, the power you just displayed was borrowed."
