Zhang Weijun glanced at Li Daoyi, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
"Master, from your perspective, who has a better chance of winning?"
"Of course, Wang Hu has a much better chance of winning!" Li Daoyi replied without hesitation.
"Does Wang Hu have a better chance of winning?" Zhang Weijun turned back with a slightly surprised look.
"Of course, haven't you also seen their information? Who do you think has a better chance of winning?" Li Daoyi narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Weijun with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Weijun frowned and began to ponder.
The information about both sides flashed through his mind, and he was surprised to find that, according to the information, Wang Hu did indeed seem to have a greater chance of winning.
In fact, if we remove Shen Heng's unique strength assessment, most people probably wouldn't even need to look at it much to predict that Wang Hu would be the winner.
So... why did I agree to this?
Zhang Weijun pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to the figure who had just unleashed a flash of sword light.
Is it because of the impression the other person left on you during this period of contact that you subconsciously choose to trust them?
He watched for a while, then his gaze returned to Li Daoyi.
Are there significant differences in ability levels among martial artists?
Upon Li Daoyi raised his hand and stroked his beard a couple of times. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said:
This thing is both big and small.
"The reason is that the gap between different ability levels is indeed significant, especially at higher ability levels where the gap widens."
"On the one hand, it's because combat ultimately depends on the individual; even an F-Class martial artist isn't entirely without a chance of killing an S-Class martial artist."
Zhang Weijun nodded slightly upon hearing this, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield below.
"So, is it likely that Wang Hu will win this battle?"
"No!" Li Daoyi retorted.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Weijun looked over with slight surprise.
"Didn't the Daoist priest just say that Wang Hu had a better chance of winning?"
Li Daoyi smiled and said:
"If we absolutely have to determine a winner, then Wang Hu definitely has a better chance of winning."
"But this is just a friendly exchange; it's not about determining a winner or loser."
"Moreover, both sides had some moves they didn't use due to their focus on the fight, so..."
Li Daoyi paused slightly at this point, then continued:
Therefore, it's highly likely that the match will end in a draw!
Zhang Weijun nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this, and then asked again:
"What if we absolutely have to determine a winner, even to the point of a life-or-death battle?"
This time, Li Daoyi did not reply immediately.
He narrowed his eyes as he gazed at the battlefield, and after a moment, slowly said:
"If it really comes to that, it'll depend on who can seize the opportunity, since both sides have the means to kill the other..."
"Whoosh--"
The sharp claws, carrying a biting cold wind, slashed across Shen Heng's front.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes and quickly retreated.
This time, Wang Hu did not chase after him.
He raised his massive beastly claws and slammed them heavily onto the ground.
"Boom--"
The ground cracked, and gravel flew into the air.
With its muscles bulging, the beast raised its claws high, then swung them forward with a sudden burst of power.
With a series of "whoosh" sounds, pebbles shot out like cannonballs.
Shen Heng's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the flying pebbles.
It's just gravel of this magnitude; even if ignored, it wouldn't cause him any damage at Fourth Tier.
However, another problem exists here.
If left unattended, the falling stones will cause pain and consequently impair mobility.
If it's managed, clearing the gravel will take time, and operations will also be affected to some extent.
Therefore, the outcome seemed predetermined the moment this attack occurred.
Shen Heng calmly watched the rapidly approaching rubble, his long sword held to one side.
A dense net of silver blades formed in front of Shen Heng, deflecting the pebbles.
Soon, as the last piece of gravel shattered, Shen Heng paused in his movements, then quickly tapped the ground with his toes, leaving the spot he had just been in.
However, the next moment...
"Boom--"
Snow and mud splashed.
A massive black shadow landed on the ground.
His body was held high, accompanied by a slightly ferocious laugh.
"Keep hiding! Keep hiding!"
Wang Hu let out a ferocious laugh, then lowered his voice and said:
"Shoot... repeatedly!!!"
The beast's claws left afterimages in the air as they swept forward.
Shen Heng paused, his gaze sharpening as he stared at the scene before him.
In terms of combat, humans are indeed more difficult to deal with than the Calamity Beast!
He took a light breath, twirled the blade in his hand, and met the attack head-on.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!..."
The ear-piercing clang of metal clashing against metal exploded wildly on the snow.
The clattering sounds were almost continuous, so loud it hurt people's eardrums.
Blades flashed, claws clashed; each collision was accompanied by a dazzling shower of sparks.
Shen Heng's figure flashed and parried rapidly amidst the claw shadows, but his steps still unconsciously began to retreat.
The immense force, with each impact, caused his arm to go slightly numb, and a tearing pain gradually spread from the base of his thumb.
But he persisted, raising his long sword again and again.
On the city wall.
Zhou Xuan gasped as he looked at the scene below.
He frowned and looked at the girl with flaxen hair a little further away.
She frowned slightly as she gazed at the scene below.
"Hey, do you think Shen Heng is going to lose?" Zhou Xuan asked with some concern.
Han Ling frowned slightly, glanced at him, and then looked away.
"Uh, this..."
Zhou Xuan opened his mouth, but as he looked away, he suddenly noticed a girl with dark brown hair staring at him.
Seeing that she was looking in that direction, she slowly looked away.
Hmm, what's this called again...? Zhou Xuan blinked and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!..."
The longsword and claws clashed wildly, sending sparks flying.
Shen Heng's hands trembled slightly, but his eyes remained calm.
He raised his long sword again and again to block the beast's claws that were swinging towards him.
He actually had the opportunity to leave, but he didn't, since his goal wasn't there.
At one point, Shen Heng slightly raised his eyes.
The golden beast eyes gleamed with a faint crimson.
The crimson hue was faint, but it was there nonetheless.
He exhaled a soft breath, and once again precisely parried a heavy blow with his longsword.
Then, he parted his lips slightly and uttered a barely audible syllable:
"Right!"
The voice was so faint that even if one heard it, a normal person would not be able to accurately discern what was being said.
But for a certain entity, it is enough.
The next moment.
"Whoosh--"
The enormous beast claw swung towards Shen Heng's right side...