"Lu Qingshan, it's all on you now," Mo Yan walked up to Lu Qingshan and faced him, pursing his lips, "My abilities are limited; this is as far as I can go…"
Lu Qingshan nodded slightly.
He naturally understood Mo Yan's goodwill.
When Mo Yan had gone up to fight, he already knew that it was unlikely for him to win this battle.
His exertion was not only due to his unwillingness to concede; a significant reason also lay in his hope to force out more of Zhou Yuan's cards.
After all, having received byes in three rounds, Zhou Yuan, rested and prepared, was clear on everyone else's tactics, but the others knew next to nothing of Zhou Yuan's methods, except for that one Flame Fox.
And after Mo Yan had fused three kinds of Netherfire, he had successfully forced out Zhou Yuan's second tactic.
The Fourth Grade Late Stage Feathered Serpent.
A method that deeply chilled everyone's hearts.
