"Your qi must be running low by now, right?"
Zhong Hu threw a punch, then suddenly fixed his gaze on Ma Wuke as he spoke.
His strength far surpassed Ma Wuke's. Every time Ma Wuke used his spear to fend off his attacks, he had to expend qi to counter that force.
One point of player energy could be exchanged for ten points of qi, so compared to ordinary qi practitioners in the cultivation world, players possessed an innate advantage.
Yet Zhong Hu's relentless barrage had still consumed a tremendous amount of Ma Wuke's qi.
Without qi protecting him, Ma Wuke would never have been able to withstand such ferocious attacks from Zhong Hu.
A wave of realization washed over Ma Wuke. So Zhong Hu's chain of explosive assaults had been intended to drain the qi he had stored up.
"Sorry, but if you exhausted so much stamina merely to drain my qi, then you've got the wrong idea. I cultivate the Three Hundred Sixty Yang Cauldron Technique as well. I trust you know this art—it must be cultivated from childhood while one still has a virgin body. Once mastered, one's qi becomes deep and enduring, and qi recovery becomes exceptionally fast. And I am precisely someone who has mastered it!"
Ma Wuke blocked Zhong Hu's attack and retreated, laughing as he backed away.
He had not deceived Zhong Hu. The main reason he had dared participate in the First Martial Arts Tournament was that he also cultivated techniques from the cultivation world. Even if his player level were reset to zero, he would not become too weak.
Zhong Hu's fierce assault seemed immensely explosive, every strike heavy as Mount Tai. The problem was that unless Zhong Hu possessed infinite stamina, such bursts would soon decline from their peak. When