Xiao Rulong floated in the air, smiling indifferently as he spoke.
He had actually used all his strength in the previous move, he took three steps back, but Chi Jark took one step less than him.
Although the strength of the two was not much different, this small step had already determined the superior and the inferior.
He was still a bit inferior to Chi Jark.
Chi Jark also relaxed at this time, his silver spear had already been put away, and the silver battle armor on his body slowly disappeared. With a smile on his face, he said, "We should consider it a draw between us. Your advantage lies in your movement technique. If I weren't to collide head-on with you, you might have simply worn me out."
Chi Jark was very serious; he was telling the truth without any pretense of modesty.
