His true energy reserves were insufficient, and his stamina was lacking, leaving him unable to match Zhao Tiezhu. There was indeed a significant gap in their physical fitness. Zhao Tiezhu panted heavily, gripping the rope without a shred of dignity, his muscles visibly trembling. He stammered:
"That was satisfying. A Grandmaster's fighting style is truly different."
He was equally exhausted, but his recovery ability was superior. Gao Weifeng grabbed the wine gourd and tilted his head back, taking two large gulps. The pungent scent of alcohol spread freely between his mouth and nose. He exhaled a long breath and said:
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