If Chu Ming can break the record, then indeed, his talent is quite astonishing.
However, the old man in the yellow robe was still uncertain. Logically speaking, defending the stage becomes increasingly difficult as it moves toward the later stages. Facing relentless challenges, both spiritual power and mental strength are significant drains for the defender.
Even if Chu Ming doesn't break the record, his continuous victories until now still make his talent undeniable.
Just as the old man in the yellow robe was contemplating, Chu Ming's winning streak had already reached eighty-five matches.
"I'll go this time!"
A steady voice rang out, and then a figure in white leapt onto the stage, looking at Chu Ming with a serious expression.
"It's the Blood Sword Wu Ning!"
"He finally can't sit still, but it seems his strength is still somewhat inferior to Chu Ming's."
