At that moment, Dai Huabin, who had been sent flying by the downward strike, rolled like a gourd across the ground several times before kicking his legs and springing up. He stumbled backward several steps across the Soul Fighting Arena before finally coming to an unsteady stop.
Although the frenzy and blindness on Chen Ping's staff did not take effect as immediately as the corrosive toxin, their strength lay in seeping in silently, like rain nourishing all things.
Zhu Lu abruptly accelerated, darting past Wu Feng before hurriedly catching Dai Huabin, preventing him from falling again as he staggered.
"If that Splitting Staff just now had landed on your neck, you'd already be dead. Surrender."
Chen Ping twirled his staff with one hand before holding it behind his back, clearly having already taken the full measure of Dai Huabin's combat strength.
Dai Huabin was indeed strong, but his strength was only ninety percent of Xie Huanyue's, while his defense was not even half as great.
If one wanted mobility, one inevitably had to sacrifice defense. That was unavoidable.
His staff strike could send Dai Huabin flying, but if it landed on Xie Huanyue, it would, at most, make the fat on his body jiggle wildly.
Simply put, Chen Ping had already confirmed one thing about the entire first-year class: nobody possessed greater strength than he did, not even Xie Huanyue!
The disadvantages of natural body tempering were gradually beginning to show, while the advantages of technological physical conditioning were becoming increasingly apparent!
"No!"
Dai Huabin's eyes were filled with fury.
He would never allow himself to fail.
He was the legitimate son with the greatest cultivation talent the White Tiger Duke's Mansion had produced in ten thousand years!
He had been born to win, to keep winning, and to win