Two Old Dogs!
On the combat platform.
There were no dazzling colors, no earth-shaking booms.
Lin Bai took an utterly ordinary step forward, crossing a thousand-meter distance and appearing before Qiao Mo in an instant.
Before Qiao Mo could react, his five fingers had already clamped around her throat.
In that instant, the victor and loser were decided.
If Lin Bai had wanted to kill Qiao Mo, that strike alone would have been enough to crush her throat.
At that moment, everyone could see that the gap between Qiao Mo and Lin Bai was not merely a gap in strength. More importantly, it was a gap in combat experience.
Compared with the martial artists of the Tianshui Sect, Lin Bai's greatest advantage was his practical experience.
He had come all the way out of the Barren Ancient Continent. On the Martial Dao Path, he had encountered more than tens of millions of obstacles, yet he had still risen step by step from a small world with a lagging martial dao to the Demon Realm, eventually joining the Tianshui Sect.
The process sounded simple enough, as if it could be summed up in a single sentence.
But only those who had walked that road knew how much hardship and sacrifice Lin Bai had endured.
"What?"
"It was that simple?"
"Senior Sister Qiao Mo was completely powerless in his hands!"
The martial artists inside the Combat Arena began crying out in alarm.
Yet quite a few people wore meaningful smiles at the corners of their mouths.
"Looks like this is the fine husband Senior Sister Qiao Mo chose."
"Brother, what do you mean by that?"
"Isn't it obvious? Senior Sister Qiao Mo deliberately held back. Otherwise, do you think that with her current strength, she could have been subdued by a single