Lin Wenxuan looked at Yang Luo and asked, "Mr. Yang, you were not serious, right?"
"No, indeed."
Yang Luo shook his head and said, "After all, there's no life-and-death hatred between us.
Besides, I want to be friends with you, so I don't want to kill you."
"I see."
Lin Wenxuan nodded in realization.
Yang Luo continued, "Brother, you're already at the Martial God Realm at such a young age. Moreover, you have such strange and powerful abilities. You're already very strong among the younger generation.
However, in a real battle, opportunities are ever-changing. It was not enough to blindly rely on understanding and analysis of the enemy.
Perhaps you can rely on your brain to defeat enemies slightly stronger than you.
However, if you encounter an enemy several times stronger than you, you have to rely on absolute strength. Those external factors won't work."