Boss Jin's Banquet

"With your strength, you should be able to make it into the Top Twenty, right? Will losing this match have any effect on you?"

Although they had been fighting to the death just a second ago, Zhang Chen had a certain fondness for Zhu Huan, and his tone was exceptionally friendly.

"It won't have much of an effect. I'm merely giving my current position to you. My ranking is now 22+, and I can still challenge the Top Twenty experts in the final round. It won't affect me personally."

Zhu Huan placed a hand on Zhang Chen's shoulder and continued speaking.

"Also, thank you, Brother Zhang Chen, for holding back with that final strike. Otherwise, the remaining marrow matter in my body probably wouldn't have been enough to sustain this repair. An injury to my body's foundation would have greatly affected the final round."

The final strike Zhu Huan mentioned was precisely why he had voluntarily conceded. He had put everything into that slash and had been confident that he could tear apart the tooth-blade formed from Zhang Chen's right hand. Yet the result was that Zhang Chen had blocked it. What surprised Zhu Huan even more was that it had not been Zhang Chen's tooth-blade that stopped his strike, but the mouth on his left palm.

The black blade had struck Zhang Chen's left palm, only to be clamped tightly between the teeth of that abnormal mouth. It created a gap of 0.1 seconds, which Zhang Chen used to sweep his tooth-blade across. However, it had merely cut across Zhu Huan's body without using its devouring ability.

The two of them remained so friendly after their life-or-death spar that Shen Hou, watching from the side, felt especially gratified.

"See you in the final round. Fighting you, Brother Zhang Chen,