Yu Zhen Pointed at Gu Yue's Nose and Cursed: A Poor Wretch Like You Dares Cling to Young Master Lin? Go Piss and Look at Yourself

What did it mean to fully restore Soul Power and stamina in three seconds?

It meant that when people of equal strength exhausted their entire combo, they became lambs awaiting slaughter.

While you could refill your health and mana on the spot and go another round.

This was fucking cheating!

And it was easy to imagine that, given the Federation's current level of cutthroat competition, coupled with Universe's capital operations,

this kind of medicine would definitely become compliant in all major competitions in the future.

Perhaps in some fate-changing match, losing because of a single tube of medicine would be a huge loss, wouldn't it?

As for Lin An advertising during the battle, not only were the viewers not disgusted, they actually found it perfectly natural.

He was already so rich and so handsome, yet he still worked so hard to take my money.

Then I deserved to be stepped on by him. I deserved to be poor.

After all, on the long road of soul cultivation, from Soul Emperor to Soul Douluo and then Titled Douluo, there would never be enough money.

Top-tier Battle Armor, mecha, medicine, soul spirits—which of those did not require a massive amount of resources and wealth?

What good was talent alone if it had no value? Who would pour resources into you?

You had to learn how to make money yourself.

The times had changed. With medicine piled on top of medicine, talent was no longer the only standard.

Money, medicine, cultivation methods, Battle Armor, mecha, artificial brain-computer assistance.

Which of those was not better than painstakingly cultivating on your own?

Seeing that Lin An still had the leisure to advertise, Wei Xiaofeng fell into complete despair.

His Soul Power had already gone berserk, and Lin An had injected a large amount of foreign