'How is this possible? How could this be? I actually lost in a contest of strength?'
Zhao Qiankun raised his hand to the bloody scratch on his face. Staring at the blood on his fingertips, his expression turned ghastly, his complexion pale and ashen.
A terrifying, blood-red light began to fill his eyes.
Strength!
This was the very strength that Zhao Qiankun prided himself on!
Since birth, he had been showered with honors: Innate Divine Strength, boundless power, the king of strength among his peers. These titles had surrounded him like halos. Even after entering the Saint Martial Sword Sect, a gathering place for countless geniuses, he, Zhao Qiankun, had never met his match in a battle of pure power.
But now...
Jiang Chen, someone he had never given a second thought, someone he had considered laughably weak, had defeated him in the one area where he took the most pride.
This filled Zhao Qiankun with rage, disbelief, and a burgeoning hysteria.
