You, Zhenren, Are Zhenren

There wasn't a single cloud in the sky over the square at the moment. Dharmaraja took off his goggles and threw them aside. His head was covered in sweat and he gasped for breath as he bent forward with his hands on his knees.

After these three punches, Dharmaraja was now absolutely clear on one truth — the gap between his and Ling Zhenren's strength was way too big; it already couldn't be described as a moat. Instead, they were clearly separated by a sea!

A particular saying put it best: you, Zhenren, are Zhenren; you, the master, are the master…

Dharmaraja was thoroughly convinced. "Senior Ling is really too strong… I've lost!"