"I lost."
Indeed, competing with a genius from the first tier was too forced.
Yang Yu had considered many possibilities, but he hadn't expected Wan Ze to be suppressed so thoroughly. Every move and style from Wan Ze seemed as if they were all planned out, targeting vulnerabilities directly. Yang Yu's room for maneuver was compressed to nothing.
Yang Yu hadn't neglected the consideration of counter-attack strategies. If only the block of earth beneath his feet hadn't been kicked up by Wan Ze, he might've had a chance to counter-attack.
When Wan Ze was momentarily suspended in midair, Yang Yu had plenty of opportunities to attempt a breakthrough.
But after some thought, Yang Yu decided against it.
Once his opponent's rhythm picked up, and he had been sucked into Wan Ze's rhythm, the hope of victory was extremely faint, almost zero.
Now wasn't worth revealing all his trump cards for a test, especially since the other side was also a competitor.
