He slammed into the tower wall and then slid to the ground, his mouth gaping as he spat out mouthfuls of blood.
"You... how can your power be so strong?"
The middle-aged man struggled to his feet against the wall, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He had already exerted his full strength, even advancing from the early stages of the Transcendent Realm to the middle stage, and yet he still lost!
"You're too obsessed with winning, which is why you lost," Ning Fan said indifferently.
Despite the battle, he felt more relaxed than before.
This middle-aged man was obsessed with victory, pouring all his strength into each move to win.
A mindset so eager for success could never lead to victory in battle.
The middle-aged man stared blankly at Ning Fan, a bitter smile slowly spreading across his face as he forced himself to stand, shaking his head, "Who would have thought, after so many years, not only can I not defeat Ning Potian, but I can't even defeat his son."
