The two fighters exchanged blows rapidly. After little more than a dozen rounds, they simultaneously pulled back, exchanged bows, and exited the ring.
"So that really was just a friendly spar, stopping at the first sign of difficulty..." Moyang clicked his tongue. He had hoped for something worth watching, but both had turned timid before the fight could even get interesting.
"The Taoshan Grand Gathering is for martial arts exchange, not a life-or-death arena. Naturally, they pull their punches," Zhao Xiaoxiao said.
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