But if his opponent sensed his intention to exploit their injury and decided to stall for time, Xu Ke was eighty percent confident he would win. Because… Ouyang Shuang could heal her wounds, so why couldn't he, with his experience of cultivating to the Innate Great Perfection, rapidly advance his cultivation? However, he couldn't say this out loud. Wang Wu and the others would never believe it.
"It's very difficult," Wang Wu frowned. "Even with her severe injuries, you'd be hard-pressed to match her."
He had hoped Wong Qifu could dissuade Xu Ke last night, but as the butler, it was not his place to interject in their conversation. Today had been so rushed that there was no time left for him to try again. He was still worried that Xu Ke had no chance of escaping Ouyang Shuang's grasp.
"Uncle Wu," Xu Ke said suddenly after a moment of thought. "Why don't you throw a punch at me? I'll prove myself to you."
