"Guess how much longer Chen Xiaobei can hold out!"
On the other side of Lake Heart Island, Qin Zhengyang watched like a spectator, eyeing Chen Xiaobei dodging left and right in the battlefield.
Although Chen Xiaobei had already endured ten moves, he was completely at a disadvantage. As long as he took a punch from Iron Fist Ancestor, the outcome would be decided.
"His footwork is quite remarkable, seems like he's received the teachings of a famous master, but unfortunately, his level is too low..."
Chang Rong said indifferently, "At most, another ten minutes."
Qin Shihua laughed disbelievingly, "Aren't you overestimating him? The gap between them is too large, I think it's a matter of five or six minutes at most."
Chang Rong smiled, "Lord Thirteen, I'm ready to make my move."
Qin Zhengyang nodded slightly, looked towards Ye Shanhe and said calmly, "Show no mercy; I want Chen Xiaobei for sure!"
Meanwhile...
