Chapter 293 Using Combat Arts

• By now, Liang Zhihua had steadied the churn in his blood and energy. He was still hurt, sure—but as long as he didn’t force his inner strength, he’d be fine.
• Even so, his face looked awful. He’d always thought that after hitting Seventh Rank, no one could touch him. He walked around like he owned the place. He never expected that coming to Serregon, he’d run into two freaks—Pierre Cook and the War King.
• He leveled with himself: even at his peak, if he fought either Pierre Cook or the War King one-on-one, he probably wouldn’t last three moves.