"Lost? Lost? What's going on here?"
Zhao Chunxue was dumbfounded.
Brother Hei and a group of pickpockets were all stunned as well.
According to Zhao Chunxue, the result should be that whoever gets closer to the pit wins. But now, Monk Duren is standing right at the edge, clearly he won.
How did he lose?
Everyone was bewildered.
At that moment, Monk Duren smiled faintly and spoke, "You heard right, I indeed lost this battle. That young brother wasn't wrong. Logically, whoever gets closer to the pit should win.
However, you all overlooked one thing. I used the Eighteen Arhat Palm technique, which consists of only eighteen strikes.
Brother Ye Qiu competed with me, and with his strength, he could definitely have made eighteen strikes in the same time. But he only made seventeen and a half strikes. He didn't use the last one.
The location he's standing at now, although a bit distant from the pit, is actually because he needed to adjust his stance to deliver his palm strikes.
