Martial Arts Tournament

Primitive Forest Safe Zone

"Phew."

Chen Kong and Liu Ma leaned against a large tree, gasping for breath.

After confirming that they had completely shaken off the Tyrant Sub-Dragon, Chen Kong immediately tugged open the collar of his tracksuit, exposing the sweat-soaked chest beneath.

At the same time, he did not forget to rake through the hair atop his head. Several charred strands clung to his fingertips and snapped at the slightest pull, making him grimace in pain.

"Vivian! That shot of yours was way too close!"

Chen Kong held up the burnt hair in front of Vivian, his tone full of accusation.

"This haircut cost me five hundred bucks! It's only been a few days, and you've already roasted it into dead grass!"

Vivian raised her eyes and glanced at Chen Kong's hair. "You're lucky it didn't roast your scalp."

Liu Ma, standing nearby, let out a snort of laughter. He then pulled an old canteen from his backpack, unscrewed the lid, and took several huge gulps.

Casually wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he kicked Chen Kong while he was down. "Kong, be grateful! If that thing's tail had swung even a little farther over, you wouldn't be standing here worrying about your hair."

After saying that, Liu Ma looked at the pocket watch around Vivian's neck and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, Vivian, this pocket watch of yours is pretty interesting. It should be quantum scaling technology, right? When did you master it? Why haven't I seen you use it before?"

"I mastered it not long ago. It used to be too bulky, so I turned it into a pocket watch for easier carrying."

Without the slightest reservation, Vivian handed the pocket watch over and let Liu Ma examine it himself.

With a hint of curiosity, Liu