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Xu Yi had no time to use Hidden Edge Style, and Xi Xuanji likewise had no time to use Kuiyuan Strength.

The two men were like primeval ferocious beasts, fighting to the death with the most primitive methods.

Xu Yi was truly exhausted. After urging the Strength of nine oxen hundreds of times, his arms were already numb with fatigue.

His Undefeated Golden Body, which he had desperately maintained through clenched teeth, was also showing signs of tottering under Xi Xuanji's unceasing, savage blows.

However, his fighting spirit had not diminished in the slightest, and his confidence in victory had not wavered one bit.

That was because he knew clearly that if he was uncomfortable, Xi Xuanji could not possibly be comfortable either.

Indeed, Xi Xuanji was terribly uncomfortable. The carefree delight he'd felt earlier was gone.

He was like a highly skilled hunter, who took an instinctive pleasure in capturing ferocious beasts.

After so long without encountering one, the appearance of Xu Yi, this ferocious beast, had filled Xi Xuanji with indescribable exhilaration.

He had never imagined, though, that the beast he meant to hunt would prove stronger than he'd expected.

At that moment, Xu Yi's fists were numb with fatigue, and his defenses were on the verge of collapsing.

Xi Xuanji was in somewhat better shape, but not by much.

In the six decades Xi Xuanji had spent dominating the world, he had never encountered anyone like Xu Yi, someone who could match him in both defense and strength.

He was fighting in utter discomfort, throwing punch after punch without ever knowing which one would finally bring his opponent down. Perhaps that tough old cowhide across from him would never fall.

The earth-shaking battle between Xu Yi and Xi Xuanji had also shattered countless onlookers' expectations.

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