Zhu Yeqing could tell at a glance where the fundamental problem lay, so he was especially flustered. Zhu Yeqing said to the other party, "Oh, not bad. You're fairly perceptive in this regard. I thought you were too stupid to notice even these little details. Looks like I really underestimated you. But even if you can see that I'm not in good shape right now, what can you do to me? Isn't your stamina nearly spent too?"
"So if you can't handle it, then stop spouting all this nonsense, all right? Before coming onstage, I drank nearly seven or eight cups of brown sugar water. I did practically everything I could to push my stamina to its peak. Today, for the sake of victory, I'll throw caution to the wind."
Zhu Yeqing had now basically begun to enter a state of collapse.
Zhu Yeqing's hands moved continuously.
After all, with such a fine physique, if he failed to achieve a decent result in the time ahead, people would laugh their teeth out. Of course, that was how the saying went.
But it did not make anyone feel any better. Saint Lord Taichu revealed his true thoughts to the other party. He said, "Ah, Zhu Yeqing, although my disciple may not seem able to compare with you on the surface, and you suppress him in every aspect, he is actually far more ruthless behind the scenes than I imagined."
"He lost his parents' protection at the age of three. He is now practically an orphan with nothing to lose. If you want to fight him head-on, you'd better first consider whether you truly have the strength for it. Besides, in the days ahead, I think you should also consider what path your own future ought to take."
Upon hearing this, Zhu