Ma Zhibin's eyes widened in disbelief. "I never imagined your eighth brother could fight my Xiao Liang to a draw!"
Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly and shook his head. "Your number three actually managed to beat my eighth brother. Not bad."
The two voiced their amazement almost in unison.
"Number three?" Ma Zhibin choked for a moment, then shot him a glare. "Oh, stop it. Saying Xiao Liang beat your eighth brother—if this had been a fight to the death rather than an arena match..."
"Hmph. You could say he won face but lost the substance."
Then Ma Zhibin frowned and sighed. "Xiao Liang was still too hasty. He lacks combat experience."
Chen Xiaojun shook his head. "Not so. If he hadn't done that, he couldn't have beaten my eighth brother."
"His combat experience may be a little lacking, but he made a wise choice and used the rules well."
"More importantly, he has a fierce desire to win. By comparison, my eighth brother is somewhat lacking in that regard."
"This battle wasn't just a test of their strength. It also tempered their resolve and fighting spirit."
Chen Xiaojun continued his analysis. "After they exchanged Soul Skills, your number three's meridians were still fluctuating, yet he forced himself to use your family's Spirit Transformation Fire-Control Art-the Phoenix Heavenly Blade, one of its Four Absolutes. That damaged his meridians and sent his blood and vital energy surging."
"But the boy is resilient and decisive. I like him."
"And he's already grasped the Phoenix Heavenly Blade at such a young age. He has good comprehension. I'll take him as my little brother."
The Four Absolutes of Spirit Transformation stood on the same level as the Seven Sword-Controlling Absolutes.
Ma Zhibin froze at that and stared at him. "Since when did he become your