His aggression could only last him for a short while. It was definitely incomparable to absolute power.
After a few minutes, Xiong Zong's body was covered with blood. His chest heaved as he panted, and his strong body was tumbling, about to fall.
A few more minutes longer, Wang Shan grew impatient. He launched a critical attack and pinned his opponent to the ground, and his mouth was ready to bite its neck. Fortunately, he didn't really bite down.
Upon seeing that, the golden flash in Wang Hu's hand diminished, and he remained calm; at least Wang Shan knew his limits.
It was clear from the attack who the winner was in this fight.
The top four were Wang Liang, Wang Shan, Jun Wen, and Ling Shuang.
Up to this point, it had been similar to what Wang Hu imagined. Now, he was truly vested in the tournament.
Three out of these four were tigers, and the remaining one was a panther.