"Ha ha, that bastard Old Wen had this day coming." Pan Xiaoning burst into wild laughter.
"What is it?" Yue Hongyan was good friends with them, but they followed different paths, so she could not see things as clearly as Pan Xiaoning did.
Pan Xiaoning explained with a laugh, "That bastard Old Wen is the best at putting on an act. Look at how calm and composed he seems on the surface, as though he had victory in the palm of his hand. But from what I know of him, his stamina has already been severely depleted. He is practically at the end of his peak now. Keep going, and he will start going downhill."
Yue Hongyan found it hard to believe. "How can you not see it at all? And when he fought you before, he did not run out of steam this quickly, did he?"
"It is different. When Old Wen and I fought, we knew each other inside and out. We both knew when to press hard and when to ease off, so our battles would drag on for a long time. But your man is different. From the very beginning, Old Wen misjudged the situation and wanted to end the fight as quickly as possible. He did not expect that armor of his opponent's, combined with his physical strength and recovery ability, would blunt his offensive and prevent it from achieving the effect it should have. Instead, Old Wen has consumed more than his opponent. It may look like A Tian's armor is about to give out, but Old Wen is in danger too. If this continues, it will come down to whether A Tian's armor breaks first or Old Wen's strength is exhausted beyond sustaining." Pan Xiaoning spoke thoughtfully.
Yue Hongyan could not be bothered