Could this line of thought be called—Extraordinary Martial Arts?!
At this moment, countless inspirations erupted in Lu Yuan's mind; thousands of thoughts rose and perished. His eyes shone as brightly as stars, and it seemed an unprecedented path was slowly unfurling before him...
"Aren't you going to take action?!"
Song Cong stared at the large "S-" on the light screen, the rating displayed after assessing the combined strength of Bearman and the Moly Demon. He whipped his head around, his eyes fixed intently on Su Zhaohui.
Su Zhaohui's lips were pressed into a thin line, his gaze turbulent. His hands hung at his sides, yet he couldn't bring himself to raise them.
"Wait a little longer... just a little longer..."
Song Cong took a deep breath, apparently trying to calm his agitated emotions. Looking back at Su Zhaohui, he said in a tone of utter disbelief, "I think you've gone mad!"
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