Upon seeing Ou Peng's disrespect and apparently ignoring his question, Abbot Changgeng felt slightly angry. He muttered a few words to himself and then turned his attention to the competition on stage.
As for Zhang Xiaohua, he was truly fortunate. If he had encountered Monk Yuankong a few days earlier, he would have surely lost within a few moves. However, through a series of battles in recent days, he had honed his Beidou Divine Fist. Currently, he was full of fighting spirit and eager to encounter strong opponents to further refine his beloved martial art. After half a meal's time, the two were evenly matched.
Although they seemed evenly matched, there were differences. Zhang Xiaohua was using all his tricks without holding anything back. Of course, he didn't have much to hold back. On the other hand, Monk Yuankong only used his proud martial arts, and had many more moves up his sleeve that he had not used yet.
