Lin Shen's frustration was beyond description. He had sparred with Tian Buluo before, who also had the ability to predict moves, but sparring with Tian Buluo wasn't this disheartening.
It wasn't just prediction anymore, Lin Shen realized, he had been digging his own grave the whole time, waiting for himself to jump in. Tie's level was just way too much higher than Tian Buluo's.
But Lin Shen refused to accept defeat. It was just too suffocating to be schooled for so long, to be rubbed in the face like this. He couldn't help but get angry; even just one victory, or winning a single move would be something.
Yet, he couldn't even win half a move; every time, he was so, so close; every time, he lost by just that tiny bit.
It was as if hope was shown to Lin Shen, yet it seemed unattainable at the same time.
Clearly, Tie was toying with him. Tie had the strength to crush him completely, but he insisted on not doing so—just to win by a hair and leave Lin Shen in utter frustration.
