"Yan Chuan is too strong!"
Wang Zhengyi felt a heavy heart.
Just now, Yan Chuan held back, likely out of consideration for their previous efforts in honing his disciples. After three punches and two kicks, this small favor was repaid.
Next, Yan Chuan was very likely going to get serious and determine victory or defeat!
"Fists and feet won't work!"
"Use weapons!"
Wang Zhengyi made a decisive decision, increasing the intensity.
Mixed battle!
Weapons!
The choices made before the start for safety were now all at play, but Wang Zhengyi felt no joy. He looked at Yan Chuan with only seriousness in his heart.
The strength of Yan Chuan was beyond imagination.
Even Wang Zhengyi didn't expect that after leaving Nanyue Lake, he would be frustrated so soon.
This battle!
It's dangerous!
Yan Chuan did not stop Wang Zhengyi and others from fetching their weapons.
Because—
Even if he blocked them, the referee wouldn't allow it!
This was a rule restriction!
