Ten Thousand Sword Slash

"Hu! Hu!" Heavy gasps sounded. After much trouble, Wang Zhong finally managed to stand upright.

"You are an admirable opponent." Phumetheus's voice carried less ridicule and held more respect.

Even though he had complimented Wang Zhong before, it was only due to the circumstance he was in and also partly because he wanted to mock the Earthling. However, Wang Zhong had managed to prove that he did have the power to fight him. "If you were a Solid Core, you might have had a chance to beat me."

Wang Zhong laughed. He could read the emotions contained in Phumetheus's voice. The other party was serious, but it was also the seriousness that made him laugh. "Do you believe you have already won?"

Phumetheus closed his mouth, and his eyes narrowed slightly. If Wang Zhong said this previously, he would have thought of it as a joke. But currently, he could feel that Wang Zhong was neither joking nor being arrogant.