Liu Qingci gazed at the blurred figures amid the torrential curtain of rain and anxiously asked Tao Tao, "Little Tao, who do you think will win?"
Tao Tao focused her gaze.
Shen Yi and the effeminate man were locked in a deadlock.
Shen Yi fought speed with speed, his moves rolling forth in an unbroken stream like the surging floodwaters of a great river, crashing down upon the effeminate man.
Yet the effeminate man stood like a Pillar of the Current. Let the wind rage and waves surge—I remained unmoving as a mountain.
The two sides' momentum climbed to its peak, their attacks meeting needle for needle, neither yielding a single step. Tao Tao's voice was low as she prepared to intervene at any moment.
"Hard to say."
"Whichever side's momentum weakens first..."
"Will be crushed in an instant, like dead wood before a storm."
Suddenly.
A leisurely voice sounded beside the two women's ears.
"That boy has deep foundations and solid fundamentals. And... tsk, his body-tempering training is impressive too. He cultivates both inside and out—truly not bad."
At some point, the Old Beggar had leaned against the window. His face was somewhat flushed from drink as he casually commented beside them:
"But that set of fists and kicks of his is far too simple. That little eunuch has already seen through every variation in his moves."
"And the little eunuch's inner force follows a path of extreme concentration and utmost softness. That boy's fist force collapses at a single strike."
"Right now, he is relying entirely on his hardened body to withstand the impact of the other man's Force Qi. If they want to determine a victor, it depends on who can hold out longer."
The Old Beggar's remarks struck straight at the heart of the matter.
Shen