Chou Tian never imagined that desperation would come so swiftly.
Deadly ninety-eight punches.
He's still alive.
The opponent, hopefully he understands.
Connecting these three things, his self-mockery in avoiding the deadly ninety-eight punches turned into the ruthless hand truly pressing him into cold isolation.
This hand wasn't large.
Yet it was powerful enough.
Pressed him down with no room for resistance.
When even living depended on the opponent's mercy, this pitiful condition nearly stirred compassion in Yuanba.
The dragon ancestor who stayed to witness the fight for the future pretensions of the little devil appeared contemplative after being taught a lesson.
As for the Sun-Shooting Bow, eager to mimic Xie Tian's bravado, it had already started using its remaining piece of bone like a notebook, earnestly recording and emphasizing key points...
