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"At least he has some wits."
On the eastern restaurant, Zhou Peide breathed a sigh of relief.
He shook his head slightly, saying, "He could have easily won, but he insisted on showing off. If he had used his trump card earlier, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state."
Another middle-aged man with a black beard praised, "Zhou Bai has already grasped the monkey form. With this battle, he will surely advance further, his talent far surpassing ours."
His name was Wang Yao, one of the Eight Great Vajras. He had followed Zhou Pan to learn martial arts early on and usually practiced medicine at his family's clinic.
Among the Eight Great Vajras, he was the most reputable.
"Brother Wang, you're too kind."
Zhou Peide stroked his beard and nodded, his eyes full of gratification.
Meanwhile, Yuan Qu, standing to the side, was too lazy to speak. Listening to their conversation, a hint of sarcasm appeared in his eyes...
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