Martial arts conflicts in this world could drag on for a very long time.
Even a life-and-death struggle between ordinary people of equal strength would be decided in a short time.
It was simple: ordinary people had limited stamina.
Even highly trained boxers needed to rest after a single round lasting no more than a minute.
Yet the two had already been fighting for half an hour and were still locked in battle.
Clearly, fighting for three days and three nights was no exaggeration.
Wenren Sheng could only explain it by saying that after cultivating martial arts, people were different from ordinary people—they had an extra engine inside their bodies.
That was a good thing for him.
Everyone's attention was focused on the life-and-death battle between the two men.
And he knew the script. He knew where Old Man Huan's secret chamber was.
But he had no sight and could not connect the location in the script with reality.
Fortunately, there was someone who could.
He turned his ear toward the hunting dog called Big Tiger.
Just then, the Beast Taming Old Man and Eighth Miss were ambushed by Son-in-Law Sun!
"Brat, are you looking to die?!" the Beast Taming Old Man snapped.
Eighth Miss toppled straight to the ground.
The Beast Taming Old Man, however, dodged in time.
But he quickly realized that the newcomer was no weakling. If he failed to focus, he might very well suffer a humiliating defeat!
He was at the Inner Qi Stage, and so was his opponent.
If he had truly been powerful, he would not have come to this estate.
Good. The last obstacle had been cleared away.
Wenren Sheng whistled.
Big Tiger quickly slipped free of the two men's restraint and ran toward where he was hiding.
"Doggy, there's a