He knew, even if he had ten more chances, the result would still be the same.
Because it was not a matter of chance, the other party had thoroughly seen through his thoughts and actions.
At this moment, in Wucai's eyes, the Armored Dragon had become as terrifying as a primordial beast, leading him in battle from beginning to end.
In ancient martial arts, this was referred to as the Guiding Battle.
This opponent was a master at least a level higher than him.
The reason why he was defeated with the final blow was to tell him that he hadn't mastered the Dual Blade Flow at all, it was full of flaws.
This move of catching the blade was a complete insight into his own intentions.
Watching the match, Wucai clenched his fist tightly. For the past year, he had suppressed his own urge to fight and had even become a bit complacent. Although his grandfather had always told him that he still had a long way to go, he didn't believe it before, but now he understood.