Li Zhi did not know that Xue Guiren and Gude were still rivals. Neither of them was willing to lose to the other, and they continued competing with each other.
In fact, this attitude was somewhat unlike Xue Guiren's usual temperament, which showed that he truly had some issues with Gude.
As for Gude, aside from not daring to take the initiative to invite Li Zhi to a fight, whenever he encountered anyone else skilled in martial arts, his hands would itch for a match. He had only just met Xue Guiren—how could he let this opportunity pass?
"Hahaha, this sparring match is much better than killing the Fat Emperor."
"That's right. I never expected to see such a match. It's truly a feast for the eyes."
"Our Myanmar's foremost expert against Marshal Xue—who is stronger and who is weaker? Stay tuned."
"Interesting, truly interesting! Hahaha!"
The people around them had never seen such an intense contest before, so they watched closely, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
As they watched, they whispered among themselves, each of them thoroughly enjoying it.
"Gude, again. This time, I intend to use thirty percent of my strength. You'd better be careful."
When Xue Guiren heard Gude claim that he only needed ten percent of his strength, he knew Gude was bluffing. He smiled disdainfully as he spoke.
Afterward, Xue Guiren raised his halberd again and began working his technique, preparing to split Gude apart once more.
Although Xue Guiren claimed to be using thirty percent of his strength, he was actually using fifty percent. He wanted Gude to suffer in secret and lose face first.
Hearing Xue Guiren's words, Gude shook his head and laughed.
"Hehe, thirty percent? I'm still only using ten percent of my strength to defend. Can you break