Battling Xin Wuheng

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The tenth move!

The geniuses watching all held their breaths as they stared intently at the two figures. In the midst of them, Zhao Linlong and Zhao Ling had extremely ugly expressions on their faces.

“Ten moves, how could he…?” Zhao Linlong’s face flashed dangerously.

From the beginning of the summit until now, only he could withstand ten blows from Xin Wuheng, even though he was defeated on the tenth move.

But right now...

The one that he looked down on in disdain could also exchange ten moves!

Being the top genius of the Zhao sect, how could he let this happen? He was even more scared when he thought about the fact that Zhao Feng could win…

“How could this happen!?” Zhao Ling’s face was sullen. He had bet many times with Zhao Feng, yet he had lost all of them. Zhao Feng’s performance wasn’t any weaker than the god in his heart – Zhao Linlong.

Not any weaker…better!