Lu Xuanyu felt himself getting stronger... rapidly stronger.
The high-intensity, ceaseless practice in the past year had become his capital. The thoughts of these few days, along with his wholehearted dedication to Martial Studies and clashes with others, fully ignited the accumulation of the past year.
He could almost feel that his current "strength" was at least thirty percent higher than it was a few days ago.
And it was under this mindset that Lu Xuanyu faced the most dangerous battle of his life.
The Chinese Wrestling practitioner, Yuan, was a middle-aged man with long arms and legs. He wore a white traditional Chinese wrestling outfit with a big red belt, his chest exposed, revealing well-defined chest muscles.
Facing Lu Xuanyu, Yuan's stance was somewhat low. Before going on stage, he specifically found Lu Xuanyu in the resting area. He slightly bowed and said, "Brother Lu, nice to meet you. It seems we're getting to know each other through fighting."
