The staff broke, and Gao Yiming was forced back three steps. Staring at the broken staff in his hands, he showed a look of shock, his eyes brimming with disbelief.
This battle wasn't a draw; it was his loss.
It wasn't that he couldn't accept defeat, but rather he was baffled by it. His attack just now, in terms of both strength and momentum, had not been inferior to his opponent's. Yet, the result was his staff being blasted into two. This was something he could not comprehend.
"In literature there is no first place, in martial arts no second," he said.
Gao Yiming shook his head, threw the broken staff to the ground, and walked up to Han Yu, saying, "I just want to know one thing - what exactly happened in that instant that allowed your fist to shatter my stick technique!"
