"Boom!"
"Boom..."
"Booming..."
Outside the west gate of White Tiger Battle City, the sound of explosions echoed incessantly, with black holes appearing sporadically in the void, which then quickly repaired themselves.
Chen Shuang and Elder Tong of the White Tiger Clan were engaged in battle. The White Tiger, characterized by ferocity and dominance, always had a straightforward and direct combat style, with no evasion or maneuvering, clashing head-on every time.
The scene was astonishing. After more than a dozen consecutive clashes, Elder Tong had clearly begun to falter...
"Alright, I concede!"
In their final exchange, after being knocked back and stabilizing himself, he did not charge again. A look of helplessness appeared on his face as he shook his head with a bitter smile: "The back waves of the Yangtze River drive the waves before, each generation surpasses the last, and the saying 'heroes arise among the young' is indeed true!"
