The second move! The third!
Three moves had passed. Though Zhang Xiankun was not yet defeated, under Zhao Xuanqi's assault, he no longer had any chance to counterattack!
Suppression! Suppression! Suppression!
Zhao Xuanqi's claws struck in a continuous chain. His Body Technique, skill, and experience—compounded by the heightened instincts and intuition from his Forged Skin—meant that Zhang Xiankun was no longer worthy of the three-move handicap he'd been given.
One mistake, and every step after was a mistake!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed endlessly. Below the stage, the crowd fell silent, watching the bizarre scene unfold.
Zhang Xiankun, built like a towering Vajra Rakshasa, was actually being forced to retreat relentlessly under Zhao Xuanqi's continuous assault!
One step! Two! Three!
Gradually, he was forced back to the very edge of the fighting stage.
'I can't retreat any further!'
ROAR!
