Tian Shang's words plunged Xie Tian into deep thought.
The two had been in each other's company for several months. Regardless of how well Xie Tian understood Tian Shang, it was clear that Tian Shang had a considerable understanding of Xie Tian—not just his personality but specifically targeted at his combat power.
Given this premise, for Tian Shang to say such words was enough to prove how terrifying martial disciples could be.
"How many moves did you exchange just now?" Seeing that Xie Tian was still hesitating, Tian Shang spoke up and asked.
"One move."
Tian Shang sighed, "One move and you were injured. Don't you understand?"
Xie Tian offered no explanations, like how the martial disciple's move could be considered a sneak attack, or how he hadn't even made a move himself.
He did not feel ashamed because of his unprepared defeat, nor did he become angry from shame; he remained calm.
Because he needed this calm to assess his combat power accurately.