393 One Move Left

"Impossible… How could he defeat Wu in ten moves?"

"Wu Jiechao might be unable to secure an advantage, but he isn't really losing either…"

"I'll pay thirty million to learn Chen Xiaobei's rod skill if he really defeats Wu Jiechao in ten moves!" 

...…..

None of them believed Luo Puti, but Wu Jiechao himself knew better –she was indeed telling the truth.

They may look evenly matched in appearance, but Chen Xiaobei had been forcing his every move. The brat might not need ten moves to beat him, and there was but one explanation for this: Chen Xiaobei's skill at the rod was better than his.

*Whoosh*

Realizing his impending defeat, Wu Jiechao shifted his rhythm and aimed his leg at Chen Xiaobei's crotch.

"Huh? You dare use that move on me?" Chen Xiaobei raised his eyebrow and stared at Wu Jiechao with a smug face. It should be noted that Bro Bei was the master of Nutbusters, anyone else who used it against him was stepping into a trap.