Zhang Wenyuan was straightforward in defeat; losing was not such a big deal to him. Moreover, he seemed to think that there was no shame in losing a match. After all, it simply meant that his skills were not as good as his opponent's, and all he needed to do was to strive harder in his cultivation to catch up in the future.
So he staggered to his feet, clapped the dust from his clothes, and without even a glance at the white-robed young man who stood towering above him, he turned and walked away. His departure was the epitome of nonchalance and decisiveness.
Ye Feng had to admit that what he admired most about Zhang Wenyuan was precisely this aspect. Although not the strongest in terms of power, this guy was not afraid to lose face, almost like a cockroach that couldn't be stomped to death. When Ye Feng had first encountered him, Zhang Wenyuan was only at Two Turns, but despite repeated defeats, he had fought time and again, and now he was at Fivefold Reincarnation.