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Of course, Yang Cai could not do it, but he did not believe his martial arts were inferior to Meng Zhao's. Every profession had its specialty; perhaps this was precisely where Meng Zhao's martial arts excelled.

Some excelled in strength, some in technique, some in speed. Each was different, and one could not simply compare one's own weakness against another's strength. Such a comparison carried no persuasive weight whatsoever.

In Yang Cai's mind, the best way to determine superiority was to fight. Who was stronger and who was weaker would naturally be decided by the result.

Yet while he was filled with confidence in himself, Tie Xiongfei had been utterly terrified by Meng Zhao's methods, which had far exceeded his expectations. His mind was consumed by fear, and even his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Y-you... why didn't you kill me?"

Tie Xiongfei lowered his head and looked at the Death Character on his chest. It did not have many strokes, yet it signified that, in that fleeting instant of exchange, Meng Zhao could have killed him more than once. He simply did not know why Meng Zhao had refrained.

It left him relieved, yet after the lingering fear came confusion. If it had been him, how could he possibly have held back under those circumstances?

Yes, Meng Zhao's martial arts now appeared to surpass his, but one must not forget that Yang Cai was also present. Yang Cai's martial arts were likewise far beyond his own.

Perhaps a battle between Meng Zhao and Yang Cai should have been evenly matched. If he watched from the side like a tiger eyeing its prey, the scales of victory would tip toward Yang Cai. Even a Grandmaster martial artist could not wholly ignore an Innate Realm Warrior, much less Meng Zhao, whose martial arts