Abuluo did not wait long. In no more than half an incense stick's time, Gu Sheng reappeared in the Cave Abode, drenched in blood. The moment he saw him, he burst into curses. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Hadn't he said he had hammered the other man senseless and reduced his strength to less than a tenth?
Gu Sheng had known Abuluo's words had been somewhat exaggerated, but he had never imagined they were complete hot air. That Human Race Weapon Cultivator did not have a single wound on him. Once his Magic Power erupted, his speed became incredibly swift. Meanwhile, Gu Sheng, grievously wounded as he was, simply could not evade. He had desperately tangled with the other man for a while, only to be hacked out by several slashes.
Had he been at his peak, Gu Sheng naturally would not have lost so quickly. His strength was comparable to Abuluo's. If Abuluo was no match for that man, he likely would not have been either, but he could at least have kept him entangled for some time. He would not have suffered such a swift and stifling defeat.
Yet now, after taking several blows from the other man and being cut until blood streamed everywhere, he had not even managed to probe out the man's true capabilities.
Abuluo turned a deaf ear to Gu Sheng's abuse. He merely furrowed his brow, his face deep in thought. After a long while, he suddenly exclaimed, "So he really wasn't using his full strength!"
He had felt this while contending against Lu Ye—that Lu Ye's strength had risen step by step as he activated Savage Beast Transformation.
His opponent seemingly had not been in any hurry to determine victory or defeat. Instead, he had wanted more to temper himself