Zhang Xiaohua's opponent in this match looked weaker than those from the previous rounds and was somewhat younger as well. He had lost more than he had drawn in the earlier rounds and was likely the weakest in this group aside from Zhang Xiaohua.
In Changge and Chen Chen's eyes, he should have been settled with just a few moves.
Unfortunately, the one on the stage was Zhang Xiaohua, not a female disciple from Mingcui Hall. Thus, the match once again developed into the same situation as before.
Although that Fledgling Eagle Hall disciple was the weakest, his fist techniques, palm techniques, inner strength, and the rest were all commendable. Most crucially, his lightness skill was quite good too. Faced with such a situation, Zhang Xiaohua could only sigh at the vast ocean.
Sigh, was this the legendary: strong against the strong, weak against the weak?
The same thought surfaced in both Changge and Chen Chen's hearts.
Since that was the case, no matter how the match onstage went, its outcome had long been decided. Other than fighting for the time it took an incense stick to burn and counting it as a draw, the people below the stage truly could not imagine any other result.
Watching Zhang Xiaohua's fists strike back and forth with brute force while his opponent used lightness skill to drift and flit about, a phrase suddenly arose in Changge's heart: a cow chewing a peony!
Yes, a cow chewing a peony.
Zhang Xiaohua was that cow, wildly chewing up the peony that was the Misty Sect's exquisite martial arts.
How wondrous were the Misty Sect's martial arts? All sorts of fist techniques, palm techniques, lightness skills, and other arts flashed with dazzling splendor like a beautiful peony trembling as it bloomed. Yet when faced with