Although Zhang Xiaohu was not an expert in internal strength, his understanding of boxing skills far surpassed that of Zhang Xiaohua. He gradually realized that Zhang Xiaohua's control of the Beidou Divine Fist was becoming more precise and effortless. Zhang Xiaohu nodded in agreement. Indeed, combat was the best way to grow.
On the arena, Zhang Xiaohua's opponent was becoming more and more alarmed. The situation was getting out of his control, and his inner strength was almost exhausted. After all, he was just a disciple of the Misty Sect Eagle Hall and had just attained Tier 1 of commoner. How could he possibly have profound inner strength? He covertly glanced at the second incense stick beneath the arena; it was already past the halfway mark. He spent so much time against a supposedly weaker opponent. How would he face the forthcoming ones?
