Getting beaten and beating others, the cycle went on without end, endlessly renewing itself. That had been Xia Tianling's life for the past two-plus months.
During the first month, he had been beaten so badly under the pursuit and interception of six people that there had been no escape above or below. Even if he used Xing Tian Bu to take to the sky, his "good" teammates would still wolf down Oscar's Sausage, catch up to him, and beat him relentlessly.
In the second month, after gradually adapting to the Weighted Soft Armor and further tapping into some of his body's hidden potential, he was finally able to trade blows with the six of them working together.
Though it was still miserable beyond words, they could at least claim victories against one another. It was already far better than the previous situation, where he had been completely suppressed.
In the first few days of the third month, Xia Tianling had nearly fully adapted to the terrifying weight of the Weighted Soft Armor. The situation became one-sided, and he began launching counterattacks against the other six by taking advantage of the armor's sheer heaviness.
Although this thing had originally been intended for training, it was indeed a type of armor. Moreover, it had been jointly crafted by a Limit Douluo and the strongest Grand Master of the era, so its defensive power was naturally formidable.
As a result, the others, who could barely break through his defenses, ended up being suppressed instead.
Ma Hongjun suffered the most. His Phoenix Desire Fire had caused Xia Tianling no end of trouble in the beginning. Now, the unfortunate Little Fatty was being specifically targeted and chased all around the field.
It reminded him of the painful experience from his childhood, when a giant white