"What's the name of that punch you just used?"
Fang Qinglu pursed his lips and asked Zhao Lin.
"Thunder Sound Fist."
Zhao Lin hadn't actually wanted to use this martial technique, but judging from the situation, he knew it would have been nearly impossible to defeat this Sword Cultivator without the Thunder Sound Fist.
Besides, with the Spirit Cultivation Map in his possession, as long as he gathered enough Spirit Stones, he could secretly cultivate one or two—or even more—perfect-level magic spells to serve as new trump cards.
"Thunder Sound Fist. I'll remember it."
Fang Qinglu nodded. "We'll fight again when we get the chance."
"Alright!"
Zhao Lin agreed casually and walked slowly back to his contingent.
There was one match left, but no matter who won or lost, it wouldn't affect his ranking.
When the disciples from Nanhe Province saw Zhao Lin return, they all looked at him with envy, including the senior disciple who served as their instructor.
