"In the first round of a duel, normally, you either strive for the first victory to boost morale, or use the 'Tian Ji's Horse Racing' strategy, letting the weaker ones exhaust the opponent's True Qi and stamina first."
"We're not clear about your strength, so having you take the lead directly is uncertain for us."
Zhou Leng said, "I am confident I can win the first round. The second round is hard to say, but if it gets to the third round, I'll fully deplete the opponent's stamina and True Qi to pave an advantage for the two of you. As for my strength... how about a spar?"
"Alright."
The surrounding people slowly retreated, leaving the open space between them for the two.
Zhou Leng clasped his fists and said, "Let's keep it to the point."
"To the point," Tan Feikuo said, throwing a straight punch, secretly observing.
Zhou Leng slapped away the opponent's feint punch with his left hand and retreated.
Tan Feikuo immediately advanced and then used his specialty leg technique.
