A look of displeasure appeared on John's face upon hearing the creature's words. Although that last attack he had taken had been absolutely incredible, he had suffered no significant damage in taking the attack head on. Were it not for his blood essence reserves, and therefore body Qi, running out, John was confident he could keep fighting.
Not only that, but John did not have a weapon battle art, and so he was at a great disadvantage in that regard, using only the Dao's and body strength to fight back against such profound sword battle arts.
The creature noticed John's displeasure and smirked. "However, the point of this trial was not to win, but to prove yourself worthy of being called a Divine Talent. In that regard, you have passed."
