Depending on their talent, most people could only grasp the basics of the martial arts, learning a few rough punches and kicks. Only a small minority ever achieved true mastery, which gave them an adequate level of Combat Power in the wasteland. Wang Quan, for example, was never adept at fighting. He had only learned half of the guiding Skill before pouring all his energy into revitalizing the Economy.
Although Feng Long's intentions were quite obvious, to the onlookers, the two men simply traded blows back and forth as equals. Occasionally, Su Mo even managed to gain the upper hand. The minutes ticked by as they fought. By the end, their movements slowed considerably as their stamina drained, much like runners hitting the final stretch of a hundred-meter sprint. At this point, the match became a sheer contest of willpower and endurance.
Though Su Mo lacked neither, he stopped and shook his head after they exchanged one last blow and separated.
"I lost!"
