A Narrow Victory

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A lone white bird flew, while flocks of crows watched at dusk; misty haze shrouded the garrison tower.

Inside the three-story hotel, smoke and dust billowed everywhere, and deafening explosions that set nerves on edge rang out from time to time.

The hotel staff had long since evacuated, their faces filled with anguish and shock.

Even Tang San and Xiao Wu did not dare remain inside for another moment. The battle between the two had already reached exquisite heights; one careless move, and they could be caught in the aftermath.

Xiao Wu clasped her hands tightly before her chest, worry rippling through her autumn-water eyes.

"Third Brother, do you think Brother will be all right?"

Tang San said nothing. Rather, he had no time to pay attention to Xiao Wu at all. Noble purple light flowed through his eyes as he stared fixedly at Yang Ming and Dai Mubai's battle, not daring to lose focus. Missing even the slightest detail of this fight would be an irreparable loss to him.

"Roar!"

Dai Mubai threw back his head and roared, making as though he were about to repeat his old trick and unleash the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave again.

Just as he expected, Yang Ming was fooled by his feint and raised a gigantic flaming hand to block in front of himself.

The massive flaming hand, as thick as a load-bearing pillar, blocked Yang Ming's view. He did not see Dai Mubai immediately shut his mouth, his muscular calves contracting and extending as they explosively generated powerful momentum. Dai Mubai closed in with astonishing speed, leaving only a black blur.

His black-and-white hair fluttered in the air, while bloodthirsty light gathered in his Evil