"Ning… Ning Xuan, are you… are you really still a Martial Artist?"
On the dueling platform, Kang Qing, his expression complex, finally mustered the courage to ask Ning Xuan. He was the one who had attacked, so he knew better than anyone how powerful his last strike had been. It would be no easy feat for even a Holy Realm Cultivator of the same realm to withstand it. For a Martial Artist, there could be only one outcome: a shattered body. Yet, this Ning Xuan had merely spat out blood—and from the looks of it, even that could have been avoided! This was terrifying.
"No! How could I possibly be a Martial Artist?" Ning Xuan denied it without a second thought.
With the pride of these prodigies, if they knew I was a Martial Artist, they would most likely suppress their Cultivation Realm to fight me. If that happened, what would be the point? It would be impossible for me to lose!
Kang Qing started to speak again, but Ning Xuan cut him off. "But—"
