Wooongâ!
I circulated my energy to assess my physical condition.
The energy flowed through my meridians, completing a couple of cycles before returning to my heart. That alone was enough to check.
'A slight internal injury and a crack in the shoulder.'
It seemed I sustained internal injuries when sealing my martial energy, and my shoulder cracked when I attempted a feint. Thanks to defending with Qi, this was the extent of the damageâotherwise, my shoulder might have been shattered.
'Nothing else, it seems.'
I barely used even a fraction of my strength, and the crack would heal by the end of the day. The internal injury would recover before long as well.
Thatâs all there was.
Pain and wounds at a level one could sustain even during training.
'Is this...?'
Were these the only marks left after trampling one of the Ten Great Masters of Zhongyuan?
I clenched and unclenched my fist several times while gazing forward.
"Cough!"
The old womanâMoon-Splitting Fist Immortalâwas slumped on the ground, coughing up blood.
It was black blood.
Not fatal, but a sign of minor internal healing.
"Iâve stabilized it enough, so she wonât die."
Her internal state was a wreck from the battle.
Twisted Qi and significant external injuriesâif left as they were, she wouldâve died.
So, I took some measures.
"Huff... huff..."
Moon-Splitting Fist Immortal kept trying to catch her breath. I nodded slightly as I looked at her and recalled the recent match.
To be honest, there wasnât much to recall.
'Disappointing.'
It was boring.
That was the only thought I had about the match.
'What the hell was that?'
I felt nothing but disappointment.
Was it because I compared it to my match with Paejon? There was no sense of desperation at all.
'Was she careless?'
Could it be that Moon-Splitting Fist Immortal was caught off guard?
I mulled it over and quickly rejected the idea.
'No way. I made sure that wouldnât happen.'
Iâd prepared sufficiently to keep her on high alert.
I had overwhelmed her Qi barrier and even demonstrated a certain level of my cultivation.
No matter how senile the old woman might be, she couldnât have overlooked what Iâd shown.
'If she did, then she deserves to die.'n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
If someone who had risen to the position of sect leader in the Emei Sect was careless despite what I displayed, she might as well relinquish her position and disappear.
Moon-Splitting Fist Immortal wasnât careless.
No, perhaps she was a little, but not to the point of being defeated so helplessly.