"The old goat lost."
Tai Tan stared intently at the dust-shrouded area and suddenly spoke.
"In the end, he was one move short."
Niu Gao sighed, feeling rather regretful. Yang Wudi had come so close—just a little more, and he could have taken Zhao Xuan's punch. With Soul Power at only rank eighty-two, he had been able to withstand a Titled Douluo's punch head-on. Who else in the world could do that?
After all, although Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo appeared to be separated by only one rank, the gap between them was a chasm, a difference in quality.
"One move? I'd say the gap was far greater than that."
Bai He suddenly spoke from the side, stroking his goatee with a meaningful look.
"What do you mean?" Tai Tan and Niu Gao looked at Bai He in surprise.
Bai He did not answer. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Tang San and asked with a smile, "What does the Sect Master think?"
Tang San nodded lightly, then looked toward the battlefield as the dust gradually dispersed. He said slowly, "Hall Master Bai is right. Zhao Xuan is not currently at his strongest. If he were, I estimate Hall Master Yang would not have been able to endure even one punch from him."
"Although Qinshan Douluo has only just entered the Titled Douluo realm, there is no way he would have been unable to withstand a punch from Zhao Xuan in his current state. Based on the intelligence reports, I roughly know what state Zhao Xuan was in at the time. It is difficult to explain in detail, but one thing is certain: that state was several times stronger than this one!"
"Gulp!"
Lou Gao swallowed as he looked at the massive pit revealed by the settling dust, understanding the