Lu Chenzhou:
"It's nothing, just a flesh wound."
At the wound on his arm, faint strands of green mysterious power were swiftly mending the injury; it appeared the Great Medicine from that day still had residual effects.
These 50 points of Great Merit were truly worth it.
The audience was deathly silent.
"Why did Ding Jingqiu suddenly lose? Didn't he have the advantage?"
"The Tiger Form doesn't move, but when it does, it's deadly. Lu Chenzhou deliberately feigned weakness to lure him in close, then wrapped him up with his legs and, catching him off guard, used a devastating headbutt. Against his peerless Innate Strength, the more fragile Phoenix Form simply couldn't withstand it."
"Both of these guys are strong—the outcome of a clash between top fighters is often decided in a single instant... In moments like these, the benefits of Horizontal Training become clear. For ordinary people, this kind of trade-blow-for-blow tactic would mean instant defeat on the ground."
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