Ever since Pei Xiaoyan went abroad, her strength had improved at an incredibly slow pace.
The path of Martial Dao cultivation had always required martial artists to possess resilient, confident hearts.
If one had no confidence in oneself, subconsciously denied one's origins and everything one had learned, how much progress could one possibly make?
Pei Xiaoyan's mindset was still stuck many years in the past.
She believed that martial artists her age from the Xia Kingdom should have been inferior to her.
Compared to foreign martial artists, the gap should have been even greater.
Yet Li Yuan's performance before her was enough to leave even someone as hypocritical as her unable to say a word.
Pei Xiaoyan was not blind, and she understood Martial Dao as well.
Cole was now at an absolute disadvantage, with no possible way to respond in sight.
Meanwhile, Cole on the stage had already steadied himself.
His arms and thighs began visibly bulking up. Li Yuan had learned about this sort of method before.
It was a martial skill that temporarily elevated one's strength.
Generally speaking, after using such a martial skill, one's physical strength and mental energy would be completely drained.
Once it was used, it meant a final desperate struggle.
Logically, such a martial skill should not have been used in a Martial Dao match.
Overdrawing one's strength could even place an unbearable burden on the body.
Clearly, Cole did not want to lose.
He was no longer merely serious—he was going all out.
Other than not using a weapon, he had not held back a single ounce of strength.
"Foreign martial artists truly have greater perseverance. Even in such a predicament, they still dare to rise up and fight! This is the difference!"
Seeing Cole's performance, Pei Xiaoyan began praising him again.