"I lost," Ye Wansheng sighed. He didn't attempt to locate the Ice-Feathered Spirit, for he was aware that it must have completed its spell, and upon the opponent's command, his Sword Sting would have no chance of getting up again.
Chu Mu's combat method was simple, with neither flamboyant flair nor heart-pounding thrills. The strategy had been consistent from the start, utilizing a magnetic tactic, and the unexpected outburst of Sword Sting's counterattack was merely a result of the expertise Chu Mu had accumulated during battle.
However, not many people of this age could achieve such a level.
Ye Wansheng felt rather helpless, for he could see that his opponent didn't possess the frivolity typical of young Soul Pet Masters, nor the impulsive rage that every Soul Pet Master was prone to. Throughout the entire fight, he was exceptionally calm and composed, his state of mind seemingly far above his own, resembling a game between an elder and a youth...