"This really was an evenly matched fight, with twists and turns one after another."
"That's right. I truly never expected that Little Grandmaster, who used to laugh, curse, and fool around without a care in the world—
would actually be this formidable!"
"But judging by the situation, one mountain could not contain two tigers.
One of these two was bound to be trampled beneath the other's feet!"
"With such high-intensity combat, their physical strength, energy, and endurance had probably all reached their limits.
In the end, it was still impossible to tell who would emerge victorious."
Although the Martial Warriors watching the battle might not necessarily have been able to see the two people fighting in the arena clearly,
that did not prevent them from judging the current situation.
Because—
whether it was Tang Feng, the young master who had been regarded since childhood as the future successor of the Limit Divine Court,
or Tang Shan, Little Grandmaster Tang Shan, the frivolous dandy who had toyed with the world since he was young,
neither had displayed an absolutely crushing advantage.
Therefore, the final outcome of this battle could only depend on who still possessed the stronger trump card, or whose willpower was firmer.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
"Double Pupil—Healing."
The wounds covering his body glimmered with light.
They actually began healing at an astonishing speed.
However—
as the wounds continuously closed, Tang Feng's face gradually turned pale as well.
"Heh, it seems my guess was right after all.
Your ability to heal so quickly cannot be used without limit.
The burden it placed on you must be immense, right?"
Tang Shan sneered.
"Heh, whether it was immense or not, defeating you would not be a problem."
By now, Tang Feng's eyes had barely managed to open.
However—
he did not