Huaxia Pavilion's Ten Nations Martial Arts Tournament Branch (2)
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He had indeed not won the battle just now.
But he didn't lose.
This was the first time Zhou Shu felt so aggrieved.
This meat shield, my attacks can't break his defense. His frustration was beyond words.
The humanoid bear wasn't very strong, and the defense of his black fur was comparable to his Golden Bell Shield Technique.
Neither of them could break the other's defenses. Fighting back and forth was nothing more than a lonely fight.
It looked lively, but it was actually useless.
If this continued, Zhou Shu's endurance might be a little better, and he might be able to win in the end.
But in that case, the results would probably not come out until ten days or half a month later.
Therefore, he and the bear demonic beast tacitly stopped fighting.
Yin Wuyou tugged at the corner of Zhou Shu's clothes and asked softly, "What do we do now?"