Chapter 631: Happy Chaos Field 8
"You're so sure? Maybe he will win. After all, the Asian man has already played more than a dozen matches. He's almost out of energy!" Someone in the crowd retorted.
To make his statement more convincing, he added, "In the last brawl, it took him 7 minutes to defeat his opponent!"
"He took 7 minutes, not because he's tired, but because he was adjusting his pace."
The burly man with the beard lowered his leg, slowly sat up, and watching the stage, he continued,
"Just like marathon runners... when they realize the race is still far from over, they consciously adjust their pace to avoid burning their energy out too quickly. The slower pace of the runner is not because he can't run, but a way of preserving his strength. Understand?"
"Hmph, you talk as if you know everything, why don't you go and try?"
"Me?" The burly man chuckled, lazily laying back and closing his eyes, "I need to rest... While they rest on the stage, I rest offstage. I'll regain my energy and then go up..."