He has always been cautious.
In just over a year and a half, Meng Chuan's martial arts cultivation has surged from the Second Limit to nearly the pinnacle of the Third Limit, his strength multiplied tenfold, even a hundredfold, and he had become the Abbot's junior...
Faced with such a person, I absolutely cannot be careless.
"Those three punches I gave him back then, he might have kept in mind all this time.
For the sake of acquiring the fortune of the Iron Body, this humble monk has no regrets in delivering those punches; the retribution of cause and effect is only right and proper. Let's see if you have the ability to return them..."
Thinking of this, Liao Huo's gaze gradually became fiery.
He breathed slowly, closed his eyes, and adjusted his state to the best condition.
At ten o'clock sharp.
Liao Huo opened his eyes, the countdown to battle preparation continued for five more minutes.
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