In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
Skills aren't necessarily related to level; sometimes, the technique of a lower grade may even surpass that of the Land Cruise Grade, which is not unusual.
At times, these skills become the key to victory.
This is why Qing Chen wanted to solidify his foundation.
"Boss, should we stop the match?" Ji Hao asked.
Jiang Xiaotang looked at the Octagon cage, then suddenly shook her head, "I believe in him. This is the path he chose for himself, and he will surely complete it."
Ji Hao hesitated then said, "Boss, it's true that this is the path he chose, but he only said he wanted to fight one more match, not six in a row..."
"Is that so?"
The sixth match was against Li Ziming.
This time, Qing Chen proactively requested a 15-minute break.
The request was sensible, and the referee agreed.
Actually, there should inherently be a 15-minute break between each match.