The Magical Combat was over.
The two combatants had exchanged their post-match pleasantries.
Only then did Fang Yun step down from the Dueling Platform.
He had more or less figured out the matter of sect influence.
In any case, an increase in his sect influence was a good thing for him, no matter what.
"Junior Brother Fang, you really hide your strength well." Wu Junxin was the first to speak after Fang Yun came down.
"It's not that I wanted to hide it. The senior brothers and sisters just never gave me a chance during our Magical Combat spars."
"Hahaha, you're right. They still want to use you as a whetstone to sharpen their skills. If you just beat them outright, the spars would be meaningless for them."
Wu Junxin felt that Fang Yun's personality was just too nice.
If he were Fang Yun, over the course of three spars, he would have at least given one senior brother or sister a taste of swift defeat.
