The two of them fought at a blistering pace. In little more than a dozen exchanges, they simultaneously halted, bowed to each other, and stepped down from the arena.
"So that really was just a sparring match, stopping right at the boundary..." Mo Yang muttered, smacking his lips. He had expected a decent spectacle, but in the end, both of them had lost their nerve after just a few moves.
"The Taoshan gathering is a martial arts exchange, not a death match. Naturally, it stops at the limit!" Zhao Xiaoxiao said.
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