Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty-Nine: Demonstration

From the start of the battle to now, it had only been half the time it takes to cook a stick of incense, but Xu Yuan had already gained a general understanding of the two O'Reillys' strength.

First and foremost, he was absolutely no match for that iron-clad tin can.

Although he was unclear about the opponent's cultivation system, judging from the performance he had just shown, Xiulun's strength should be able to match that of a Primordial cultivator, and within the realm of Primordial, he was also among the best.

After all, the Xiulun that had just been kicked away was already standing up from the puddle Xu Yuan made, with droplets of water clinging to his silver armor, dripping down alongside the distinct edges of his helmet.

He was somewhat disheveled, but clearly uninjured.

Even though Xu Changge had not used his sword earlier, just from this, it was evident that even if he used all means at his disposal, he would not be an opponent worthy of a single exchange with the other.