Zhao Zedong simmered his brain to find some way to win, yet there was none. He cursed himself: "What a useless man you are! You're supposed to be the person with the greatest talent. How can you lose a guy who had just reached One Talon a moment ago? There must be something you can do. After all, he is just a cultivator. He is not some monster who can attack indefinitely without running out of gas."
"!!" Realization dawned upon him as he contemplated: "Right! Everything a cultivator does revolves around Theríon. He may use his blood as the main catalyst, but in the end, the move must be operated using Theríon. The way he got stronger after losing blood must be using some Theríon as well, including that regeneration skill. The more powerful the skill is, the more Theríon it will cost. That is how the world is playing fair with all cultivators. Heh. Let's see who will be out first!"
Determination returned to Zhao Zedong's eyes.
