ZHAN SHENG BASKED in the glow of victory as the disciples of the Burning Fire sect surrounded him, congratulating him on his impressive performance in the martial arts competition. He accepted their praise with a gracious smile, feeling a surge of pride in his chest.
He did it. He won.
Zhan Sheng could barely contain his excitement, the battle had been fierce but swift since he had allowed Shen Shei to toil around for a while before he crushed him completely with his saber. There was a moment during the fight when he felt his devil's blood surge hotly in his veins, but Zhan Sheng controlled it and didn't allow it to rule him. Zhan Sheng turned to face his father, and the elder man beamed with pride. "Well done, my son," he said, clapping Zhan Sheng on the back. "You have made us all proud today."
