This conversation in the sky was not blocked. Many people present heard what Morales and Liu Yisheng said. The ordinary imperial soldiers were just surprised that a saint appeared on the side of the Tower of China and was able to compete with Morales. The morale of the Tower of China was greatly boosted, and the feeling of being suppressed before was changed.
But these discussions about the road sounded very different to the masters. Warriors above the high level had already felt these words, especially the masters. At their level, there was no one who did not peek at the road to the Holy Land. It can be said that each of them was thinking about which direction they should go in the future. Liu Yisheng's words were nothing less than an inspiration to them, just like a ship sailing in the foggy sea saw the light of a lighthouse in the distance. As for how far this light could illuminate their voyage, it depended on their own qualifications and understanding. So these masters almost stopped the battle in front of them, and looked up at the sky, thinking and experiencing Liu Yisheng's words seriously.
On the terrace of the Emperor's Palace, Emperor Alfred and Master Gandas naturally heard these conversations.
"This saint who suddenly appeared is not simple. My teacher seems to be touched by his words." Gandas said.
"Do you think what he said makes sense? Is he talking nonsense and just interfering with your teacher's judgment?" asked Emperor Alfred.
After all, they are warriors who rely on blood. If they can advance to the Saint level in the future, they will rely on their body's instincts rather than their own wisdom. Gandas sighed in his heart. However, he still said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I have not reached that level after all, and I don't have a direct feeling about what they said. But conversations like today are to be recorded in history books. If there are any mistakes, it will be ridiculed by future generations, right? I think no saint would say something that is not commensurate with his status in such an occasion."
In the house outside the palace, Gram and Franco naturally also heard the noise in the sky.
Gram said, "Brother, how is it? It turns out that there is also a saint in the Tower of China, and his momentum is not weaker than Morales. I said that father has never been a reckless person. He must have a thorough plan for everything he does."
"I didn't expect that I really underestimated the Chinese," said Franco.
Gram said, "Now are you willing to work with me?"
Franco's eyes moved between the people in the sky and he said, "I understand. Let's do it."
Gram showed a satisfied smile. He glanced at the splints and bandages on Franco's hands and said, "How about it? Do you want me to help you?"
"No, these things will be useful later."
On the ground, Di Ning turned around and looked at Maya in surprise. He saw that there was a constant flash of light in her eyes, and her mental strength and fighting spirit became unstable at the same time, as if some power was about to burst out of her body. He hurriedly stood beside Maya and released a shield to surround her tightly.
"Are you going to break through?"
Maya did not answer, but sat down cross-legged. The power in her body was as agitated as boiling water for a while before slowly calming down. When she completely calmed down this power and stood up, Di Ning immediately felt a fluctuation that was equal to his own.
“It’s so easy.”
Maya said unconcernedly, "I have been preparing here for a long time, and I am only one step away from the final step. The pressure from Saint Morales just now suppressed the energy in my body, causing it to accumulate to the point where it was about to explode. Then, when Liu Yisheng talked about the road, he also released his own spiritual power, and that fluctuation began to compete with Morales' suppression. The power in my body was suppressed and released like this, and I passed that barrier."
She looked around and said, "I'm not the only one who benefits."
Di Ning also felt that the friction between the two saints' spiritual force fields actually helped many people who were facing difficult situations to make progress, and the conditions of more than one person around him changed.
"Liu Yisheng did it on purpose," Maya said. "He used Morales's pressure as a tool to train us. He made us break through under the stimulation of the two kinds of spiritual power. Although no one else has reached the master level like me, there are many who have improved a small realm. Even if some people have not been promoted now, the effect of this enlightenment will be reflected in the days to come."
“It’s really impressive. But some people in the Empire must have benefited from it as well,” Di Ning said.
"It's different. Many of the Empire's masters are bloodline warriors. These guys who rely on their bloodline can't comprehend much. Moreover, the education their warriors and mages have received is very different from that of the Tower of China. Liu Yisheng is like singing a song in Elvish. Those who can understand and comprehend the meaning are naturally those who know Elvish. I believe that the number of people from the Empire who benefited may be only one-tenth of those from the Tower of China."
After Liu Yisheng's method took effect, it naturally could not be hidden from Morales, who was also a saint. His mental power could sense the changes in the mental power of those people on the battlefield when they broke through, and they popped up like mushrooms after a rain.
The contest between saints has often gone beyond the level of direct comparison of martial arts. Liu Yisheng's action was actually a counterattack against the suppression he had just shown, but it looked much more clever.
Morales had to admit that he was shaken for a moment after hearing his words. But he quickly said, "Did I take the wrong path? No, there is no wrong path when you reach the Saint Stage. There is only the path that suits you. Even if there is a faster path, but it is not suitable for you, it is not worth trying."
"Oh? Is this your rebuttal to the road dispute? It seems a bit pale and weak." Liu Yisheng said.
"Now that we are here, there is no point in just arguing. Why don't we test our skills like saints usually do when they meet?" Morales didn't want to argue with Liu Yisheng anymore. The young man in front of him gave him a very strange feeling. He looked young and his strength didn't give him much pressure, but his words and actions made him feel confused.
In front of him, the ages of the two seemed to be reversed. His eyes were like those of an old man who had experienced many things, reminding him of his teacher.
"A gambling fight between saints?" Liu Yisheng smiled confidently, "Okay!" (To be continued)