Chapter 15: The Humiliation of a Genius
Liang Chen's eyes widened. "How? I have four more strands than you! My cultivation is deeper!"
"Your cultivation is wide, but it's shallow," Carson said. He stepped forward, his speed so great he left a violet afterimage. "You've been fed alchemical pills since birth. I was forged in the gutter."
Carson swung. It was a simple, vertical strike.
The 11 strands of Qi merged into a single, blunt force. It didn't cut; it pressed. The weight of Carson's Level 14 Peak potential sat on Liang Chen's shoulders like a collapsing skyscraper.
Liang Chen hit the cloud-floor, his rapier flying from his hand. He couldn't even lift his head. The "Sense" of the 11th strand was suppressing his very soul.
"Go back to the North," Carson said, the ORB beginning to dissolve. "Tell your Master that Hobs' disciple is busy enjoying a quiet life. If he wants to test me again, tell him to come himself."
