Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Wooong—!

I circulated my energy to assess my physical condition.

The energy flowed through my meridians, completing a couple of cycles before returning to my heart. That alone was enough to check.

'A slight internal injury and a crack in the shoulder.'

It seemed I sustained internal injuries when sealing my martial energy, and my shoulder cracked when I attempted a feint. Thanks to defending with Qi, this was the extent of the damage—otherwise, my shoulder might have been shattered.

'Nothing else, it seems.'

I barely used even a fraction of my strength, and the crack would heal by the end of the day. The internal injury would recover before long as well.

That’s all there was.

Pain and wounds at a level one could sustain even during training.

'Is this...?'

Were these the only marks left after trampling one of the Ten Great Masters of Zhongyuan?

I clenched and unclenched my fist several times while gazing forward.