"Uh..."
"Even I didn't see that coming."
"I'm really curious what he's thinking right now."
Outside the tent, Yu Mo wore a peculiar expression, almost smiling, as though forcibly holding something back. Only after a long while did he let out a soft breath and mutter to himself.
"Still, Yu Sheng's attack this time has laid some groundwork for the next battle."
"This time, Old White Ape will probably have... quite a headache."
"Wild punches... really can kill an old master."
With that, Yu Mo lost all interest in watching the show and wheeled himself back into the tent. But it was plain to see that he was in a good mood, a very good mood.
Elsewhere, on the distant battlefield.
Just as the Hammer was about to land on Old White Ape's head, Yu Sheng stopped and put it away, his body coming to a halt in midair. Yet he still looked toward Old White Ape, seemingly lost in thought, though no one knew what he was thinking.
Given a moment to breathe, Old White Ape kept flexing his hands, grimacing and panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.
"Heh... why did you... stop hitting me?"
"With my physique, lasting another half hour wouldn't... wouldn't be much of a problem."
A hint of viciousness had now entered Old White Ape's eyes, just as it had back when he was still weak.
As his status rose, that ruthless willingness to fight and risk everything had faded away at some unknown point, leaving only elegance and vision.
But those traits hadn't vanished. They were still branded into his bones and could erupt at any moment.
Just like now, as Yu Sheng's relentless attacks forced the stubbornness and ferocity hidden deep within him back to the surface.
He casually wiped the blood from the