Xiong Yu stood straight and stiff in the ring. His lips were pale as if he was confined naked in a freezer for a long time. His thoughts seemed frozen by the cold wave.
Shivering from the cold, he could clearly hear his racing heart. Gushing hot blood flowed from every corner of his body, dispersing the coldness in his bones.
His abdomen muscles began tightening and compressing, creating mild vibrations and heat. It helped him recover from the double impact.
He finally regained control of his arms and legs, exhaling a puff of cold breath.
Even in the temperature-controlled martial arts arena, his breath was a chilling white.
"Thank you for your guidance." Lou Cheng bowed, smiling.
Xiong Yu returned his bow. He did not carry the anger of defeat, but his smile was bitter. "I indeed have no chance at all."
Facing Lou Cheng was like facing a Professional Eighth Pin of Dan stage, his defeat was a matter of course.