Lü Huanzhen Pays His Respects to President Hong

"One, two, four, six..."

Below the Training Ground, sharp-eyed spectators muttered as they counted the fresh white marks on the two fighters' Ox-Tendon Protective Gear, gesturing with their hands as they went.

The marks were left by Eight-Cutting Knives coated in lime: the clearest record of a fight to the death.

"Good grief, are they even human?" The man counting spoke with a tremor in his voice, a fine sheen of sweat beading on his forehead. "I only blinked, and between them they've already taken nearly a hundred hits."

Someone beside him chimed in, sounding incredulous. "Every time Li Xiang gets one more mark, that fool Chu Tian gets two. They're moving too fast."

Seasoned fighters marveled even more at Li Xiang's ruthlessness and composure.

"That country boy has guts. A blade practically skimmed his eyelid, and he didn't even blink. Plenty of old hands couldn't match that nerve."

The cries of amazement reached Li Xiang, but he did not dare let them distract him for an instant.

He and Chu Tian fought in the center of the Training Ground. In just a few seconds, they had exchanged dozens of blows.

Only someone facing Chu Tian could understand the pressure exerted by a man with Double Pupils, eyes said to bear the aspect of a Saint.

Chu Tian knew nothing of technique or defense. Every slash came from a beast's instinct, a pure release of strength.

Clang!

They collided head-on again, without the slightest flourish.

Li Xiang's grip hand went numb. Even his powerful body, tempered by Dragon-Tiger Bone-Tempering Soup, could barely withstand the repeated shocks. That unreasonable brute force sent his blood surging.

So this is the inborn divine strength of someone with Double Pupils. What a monster.

Li Xiang borrowed the force to retreat half a step and