Chapter 15 Turning the Tables_2

This led to the speed of his breathing technique increasing, becoming faster and more proficient.

As for Chu Jue, a common cultivator, compared to Gu Shen, he performed far fewer cycles each day. With the same amount of cultivation time, his cycles were only one-fifth of Gu Shen's, or even less. How could their spiritual strength possibly be compared?

"…It's over."

Gu Shen clenched his fist and gathered his energy.

The final punch, raised high, hung in the air but never fell.

Gu Shen, who always upheld the philosophy of delivering kindness fully, … certainly did not have the habit of holding back in a duel.

He frowned and looked in the direction of his fist.

Numerous silver threads entwined around his fist, as if forming a spider web.

"Since it's a contest … stopping at the right point is proper."

From afar, a tall, thin man wearing the prison's robe slowly approached. He wore a white wide-brimmed hat and softly said, "Junior Brother Gu, you have already won."