"How is this possible..."
"Wasn't he supposed to be a talentless waste with no aptitude for the sword?"
When the buzz-cut youth's fist shattered his opponent's barrier, Lin Yuchen felt his mind tremble. That pure yang energy surging skyward was like a true dragon descending upon the world, shaking the very floor beneath everyone's feet.
At the same time, the woman in the black dress who'd been sitting beside Yino the entire time couldn't help but widen her eyes.
But...
Unlike Lin Yuchen's focus, three distinct details surfaced in Pei Zhihan's mind, one after another.
First, Yino had secretly bet on Lin Che to win.
Second, before Lin Che stepped onto the stage, Yino had pulled him aside for a brief hushed conversation.
Third, when Lin Che's cultivation erupted on the Dao Testing Pavilion just now, Pei Zhihan noticed a fresh set of golden spirit-patterned bandage wraps wound around his fists.
