Mo Lin rose to his feet and looked at Yazi, who was grinding his teeth. Clearly, Yazi was annoyed because he could not refute Mo Lin's words. Mo Lin paid no heed to Yazi's expression and said, "After that carefully planned counterattack just now, I know perfectly well that if you fought me with your full strength, I probably wouldn't last even a second. My meager combat wisdom is simply not worth mentioning compared to the absolute gap in strength between us.
"So, there is no need for me to fight you the way I used to, with 'defeating my opponent' as the goal. If I want your recognition, I only need to display my current limits."
After hearing Mo Lin's words, Yazi became even more convinced that Mo Lin was indeed extraordinary. He remembered very clearly that back in Sunset Forest, those three humans had clearly been Titled Douluo, the peak combat power among humans, and had lived for several decades. Yet when facing him and Qiuniu, they had radiated fear from the depths of their hearts. The oldest-looking one had briefly considered resisting, but in the end, he had given up and entrusted his life entirely to luck.
But Mo Lin, this young man whose cultivation had clearly not reached the Titled Douluo level, had not only taken the initiative to seek them out, but had also dared to consider Yazi's thoughts while fighting him. Moreover, what he had thought was actually largely consistent with Yazi's own intentions. Yazi loved fighting and was addicted to battle, but he was no "musclehead." At the very least, he now acknowledged Mo Lin in terms of intellect.
"Kid, you're right. If I wished it, you wouldn't last even a second against me. Those layered counterattack methods of yours were indeed quite