If, at the very beginning, he had never even considered winning—not even a draw—then as the battle progressed, the Emperor's competitive spirit had been stirred. His desire to win grew stronger and stronger, and naturally, he became dissatisfied with this stalemate.
Yet even though both of them had gone all out, neither could break the deadlock. Neither side possessed the power to overcome the restraints of the other's abilities. As the battle dragged on, both gradually began to feel exhausted.
It was not physical exhaustion, but mental exhaustion. This contest between identical abilities at the same level was like a master teaching two disciples whose strengths were nearly identical in every aspect. Neither could break through the other's moves.
"Let's end it here."
"I'm no longer in the mood to continue."
After another clash, Chen Hao waved his hand, unwilling to continue.
He was not some battle maniac. Fighting was merely entertainment, but entertainment was only enjoyable when the opponent was weaker than him and he could toy with them as he pleased. Against Ying Zheng, who had displayed an ability resembling his own The Almighty, their battle was nothing more than elementary school children fighting—he punched once, then the other kicked once. It was not the kind of battle he wanted.
Ying Zheng frowned slightly. Though somewhat dissatisfied, he said nothing.
After fighting for so long, even if his competitive spirit had been aroused, he knew that neither of them could defeat the other.
Even if they could determine a winner, it would require a great deal of time, and he could not afford to waste so much time on a single battle.
"What do you want to say?"
"Let's negotiate. Consider what I said at the beginning."
This time, Chen Hao did not look at Ying Zheng. Instead,