Could Jiang Hao Be Even Stronger?

Yuan Wudao steadied himself and suppressed the surging blood and qi within him.

His face revealed nothing, but a considerable storm had risen in his heart.

After fighting to this point, Yuan Wudao truly found it hard to believe that Jiang Daoyi, a Human God Prodigy from Heavenly Star Lord City, possessed such a profound foundation.

Even after revealing all his trump cards, he had only gained a slight edge.

According to what Jiang Daoyi had said earlier, Jiang Hao's strength was far above his own.

If Jiang Daoyi was already this strong, then just how strong was Jiang Hao?

A trace of wariness arose in Yuan Wudao's heart, yet he put on a contemptuous expression.

"You are nothing special either."

Yuan Wudao swept his gaze over Jiang Daoyi and sneered. "If you cannot even defeat me, then that Jiang Hao you praise to the skies probably is not much stronger either."

Hearing such a clumsy attempt at provocation, Jiang Daoyi remained calm. Losing by a slight margin did not stir any emotional waves within him.

If this had been in the past, as the young master of the Jiang Clan, he probably would never have accepted defeat at the hands of a Heaven's Pride of the same generation.

But after losing enough times, one grew used to it.

After all, when facing Jiang Hao, he had already suffered two consecutive defeats. His martial heart had long since been tempered into something incomparably resilient.

Jiang Daoyi raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and merely smiled faintly.

"Yuan Wudao, if this is all the strength you possess."

Jiang Daoyi looked at Yuan Wudao across from him, his tone certain. "Then Jiang Hao probably will not need more than three moves to defeat you."

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