"Good, good, good!" Zhou Wei spat out three praises in a row, hurriedly drawing on his Transformative Realm cultivation.
He suppressed the roiling blood and qi that had been churned upside down by the blow, barely stopping himself from coughing up old blood and shedding the pride of a Transformative Realm expert.
"How is this possible? How could this be? Elder Zhou, you..." Ren Yu had assumed Zhou Wei had gone all out against him.
Yet he had gone easy on Duan Xuan, hoping to use Duan Xuan to stir Ren Yu's competitive spirit and make him choose between the two options he had offered.
But before he could speak, he clearly saw that Elder Zhou's hands were trembling slightly, and even those iron-hard legs seemed to show signs of shaking.
Only when Elder Zhou clasped his hands behind his back did he conceal that fact.
Ren Yu's pupils contracted sharply. Even the look in his eyes as he gazed at Duan Xuan changed. That trace of disdain and doubt vanished like smoke, replaced by utter disbelief.
In less than two months, Duan Xuan's rate of progress had completely crushed his own.
Duan Xuan withdrew his breath and naturally failed to notice the two men's expressions or condition. "You let me win, you let me win.
Elder Zhou held back just now. Otherwise, when you closed in during the first exchange, I'm afraid I would already have been defeated!"
Zhou Wei gladly accepted that explanation and said mildly, "Not bad. You have a little of this old man's bearing from his younger days. This fist art is exceedingly fierce and incomparably overbearing.
It lives up to the name Broken Mountain.
But your mastery still falls somewhat short. Do not grow impatient. You must continue cultivating with single-minded dedication!"
Duan Xuan