Once a master makes a move, you know if they have the skills.
With this last move, both had a clear understanding of each other's strength.
Jing Liangmu was becoming more and more pessimistic; having not seen this bastard for so long, his strength had grown significantly.
"Long time no see, you're even more formidable than before." Standing there, Jing Liangmu's words were not a compliment, but his true feeling following that strike.
"No, it's not that I'm particularly strong, it's that you've gotten weaker."
The undisguised contempt and mockery made Jing Liangmu feel more and more weighed down.
That's right, it wasn't that this bastard was too strong, but that he had become weaker.
In that last battle with Yang Fan, both he and the Green Winged Bird were severely injured.
