This time, Tang Chen fell silent. All his life, his opponents had faced him head-on.
How had it come to Wu Xian, who was so despicable?
Not only did he refuse to take his attacks head-on, but he even launched sneak attacks from behind.
What mattered was that the expression on Wu Xian's face clearly showed that he felt no shame over it—instead, he took pride in it.
This was troublesome. Although his Great Sumeru Hammer possessed immense power, its backlash was equally severe.
Not to mention that he had layered Explode Ring atop it, placing far greater strain on his body than anyone could imagine.
If he could not win quickly, he might be dragged to death.
And Wu Xian before him was a Space Element Titled Douluo, capable of both fighting and fleeing.
If it truly became a battle of attrition, there was a high chance Tang Chen would not outlast him.
At that thought, a faint desire to retreat arose in his heart.
Because there was no point in continuing this fight.
But if no victor could be decided, would that not mean the Clear Sky Sect had to accept his extortion?
Moreover, Tang Chen had personally stepped in, yet they would still be extorted in the end. His reputation as a Peerless Douluo would likely be utterly ruined.
It would be better to negotiate and see whether this matter could be put to rest.
He slowly descended to the ground, withdrew his Soul Rings, and said to Wu Xian, "Kid, since neither of us can do anything to the other, why don't we stop here and call it even?"
"Fine, but the Clear Sky Sect still has to compensate me." Wu Xian did not particularly care, but Tang Wei's ransom had to be paid.
"Don't push