Zhao Ritian and the Strategist started fighting.
The Strategist was quite strong, but Zhao Ritian was no weakling either.
The two exchanged dozens of moves without either gaining the upper hand.
Logically speaking, in terms of raw strength, Zhao Ritian's cultivation was not as deep as the Strategist's.
After all, age was a factor. In terms of physical stamina, he could not match Zhao Ritian, but when it came to cultivating true energy, that was something built up through the years.
But who was Zhao Ritian? He had the Male Protagonist physique, with a protagonist's luck and talent!
His true energy alone was enough to give ordinary people a hard time. The Strategist could clearly feel that Zhao Ritian was not actually his equal, but... when they truly clashed, he simply could not gain an advantage.
This bastard's true energy was far too bizarre!
When they traded blows, that idiot's true energy gave him an overwhelming advantage. It was pure talent suppression.
The two fought until the sky darkened and the earth dimmed, Flying Sand and Rolling Stones swirling around them.
"Good!" the Ape Statue praised. "What an excellent Flying Sand and Rolling Stones! Although that idiot is weaker than Mustache, he understands his own true energy extremely well. He wielded it like fish gliding through shallow waters and eagles striking across the vast sky! Amid its fierce strength were clever variations and exquisite details! Truly impressive!"
The two figures darted through the air, their momentum surging and crashing!
"Good!" the Dragon Statue praised. "What an excellent Wonderful Brush Brings Flowers! Mustache's move contained treachery within treachery and cunning within cunning. It greatly neutralized his opponent's true-energy advantage. Truly clever—and truly sinister!"
At the same time, they each kicked the other in the chest and flew backward.
Zhao Ritian crashed