Zhao Ritian got serious.
He had never expected that someone in this world would know Benevolent God's Return.
How could he have known that the other guy used the genuine Turtle Style? It sounded the same as his, but the meaning was completely different.
But Zhao Ritian didn't know that!
I'm supposed to take down three in a row! I bet ten million; if I win, I'll get a hundred million. If I lose, I won't get a damn thing, and I'll still owe Lu Chengwen a huge sum!
These past few days, earning even a thousand bucks has nearly killed me. Lately, I've been picking up Lu Chengwen's discarded shoes and clothes to wear, and shamelessly mooching meals at Second Senior Brother's place.
If I owe him another ten million, can I still stand before him as a wise, clever, powerful, brave man?
Even Long Aotian will look down on me!
So Zhao Ritian truly got serious.
He shouted, "Benevolent God's Return! Fight!"
Bzzzz—!
Just one move!
Xiong Guishan felt everything fall apart!
His martial art was designed for both offense and defense, but its defensive power was even more outstanding!
Yet that formidable defense had actually... collapsed from within.
Zhao Ritian's true qi was too sinister! Too bizarre! Too...
At the instant their attacks collided, he felt countless thin strands of true qi entering his body through every pore!
Then his own true qi went completely haywire!
Every move that followed became severely distorted, and his mind went blank.
He had to try countless times every second to straighten out his true qi again; observe the opponent's attack patterns and react in time with judgment, calculation, and prediction; and continuously raise his true qi to face attack after attack, each more tyrannical than the last.
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