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Then, Zhang Yuze paused again before saying, "Actually, this little Jap is refraining from attacking with a purpose. His goal is simply to exhaust Senior Brother Bai's strength first. Once his strength is depleted, he'll deliver a fatal blow, achieving victory with minimal cost. This tactic is truly cunning!"

"Oh!" Liu Mengting nodded silently. Although she didn't say anything, Zhang Yuze could tell from her expression that she agreed with his assessment.

With a 'bang!', the battle in the arena took a turn.

The white-clad youth, who had been attacking fiercely, seemed to have run out of strength. The opponent seized an opening and knocked him to the ground with a single blow. Seeing the white-clad youth lying on the ground, groaning and unable to get up, it was clear how powerful the opponent's strike had been. Eventually, he was carried off the stage by the people from the martial arts gym.

"Mr. Xia, in this battle, your side has lost two rounds. According to our previous agreement, the side that loses four rounds loses. You have two more chances. I wonder who your side will send out next!" The man in the samurai outfit opposite Xia Guohao, holding a sword and with sharp eyes, stared at his face.

At this moment, Xia Guohao's face was extremely pale. He hadn't expected the people sent by the Eastern Ocean devils to be so powerful this time, especially the man opposite him and the two people beside him, who hadn't even made a move yet. However, Xia Guohao knew in his heart that these three were the real experts. The two who had just fought were probably the weakest in terms of strength among the people on the other side, but even so, their strength was probably no less than that of his eldest disciple, Gao Mingyang. Although Xia Guohao hadn't formally exchanged blows with the people on the other side, he could sense their strength based on his decades of experience.

Could it be that today he was really going to lose the foundation that his old friend had entrusted to him? Xia Guohao felt extremely despairing in his heart.

"No… I absolutely… absolutely won't…" Xia Guohao shouted in his heart, his fists clenched tightly.

"Yuze, please help my grandpa! He's about to lose." Liu Mengting, hearing that her side had already lost two rounds, immediately became nervous and quickly grabbed Zhang Yuze's hand.

Zhang Yuze narrowed his eyes, but shook his head at Liu Mengting, holding her soft little hand, and said, "Mengting, don't panic. I will definitely help you, but not now. Even if we go over now, do you think your grandpa will believe us?"

"Then… then what should we do? Are we just going to watch our martial arts gym lose?" Liu Mengting looked at Zhang Yuze and asked anxiously.

"Hehe! Don't worry! Mengting, we will have a chance later. And I promise you that I will definitely not let the reputation of Zhenwei Martial Arts Gym be ruined." Zhang Yuze's eyes narrowed, and he said firmly.

"Okay, I believe you." Hearing Zhang Yuze's words, Liu Mengting didn't know why, but she no longer felt nervous and calmed down.