Hearing Ke Zhan's words, Xin Yun said with a smile, "Are you sure that's my trump card combat technique?"
"Hiss..." Upon hearing Xin Yun's words, the fatty couldn't help but inhale sharply. Could it be... that Acid Mist Xin Yun had just used wasn't even his final trump card?
Seeing the fatty's shocked expression, Xin Yun said with a smile, "That's just a regular combat technique. How could I so easily use my trump card? Only those closest to me and the dead may see it."
Upon hearing Xin Yun's words, the fatty's face instantly turned ashen. It had finally dawned on him; during the chief final battle, Xin Yun was only dodging without attacking, letting him fully unleash his attacks, yet he never managed to land a single hit.
The reason Xin Yun did not use the Acid Mist during the match was simple. It wasn't that he forgot, but rather, once used, anyone other than himself would be obscured by the acid mist. Who would know if he ended the battle unharmed?