"Haha, that bastard Wen has finally met his match today," Pan Xiaoning burst into raucous laughter.
"What's going on?" Yue Hongyan, although a close friend of theirs, did not share the same path, so she couldn't see things as clearly as Pan Xiaoning did.
With a smile, Pan Xiaoning explained: "That bastard Wen is the best at pretending. Look at him, all calm and composed as if he has everything under control. But based on what I know about him, his physical strength has been seriously depleted. He's almost at the end of his peak, and if he keeps this up, he's heading for a downfall."
Yue Hongyan was somewhat incredulous: "How can you tell? And when he fought with you before, he didn't run out of steam this quickly, right?"
