Five minutes passed, and both sides of the combatants came down from the platform.
Moses' muscles were slightly reddish, the sign of released stress. He took the clothes passed to him by Casio and put them on.
On the other side, the four elite disciples of the martial arts hall, soaked in sweat, staggered as if they had been fished out of the water.
Four of them, fought for five minutes, didn't break defenses...
Moses didn't break the defense, but they did.
Any little dissatisfaction in their hearts was completely wiped away.
Looking at the distressed condition of the few, Lucas, who was secretly watching from a distance, stroked his beard with satisfaction. As a Wind Elephant Gate elder, how could he not understand the standard of the headquarters for selecting core disciples, at least those who are about to break through the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art.
