"Do you think I'll believe your nonsense?"

The president of the Dan Society raised the corners of his mouth slightly and let out a disdainful sneer, not believing Liu Zhengyang's words at all: "I have never heard of a monk taking a defensive position in a battle to restore energy. If you want to scare people, please think of a better excuse."

"Then how do you explain that my strength has been restored?" Liu Zhengyang asked intentionally.

As soon as he finished speaking, he punched him hard again.

Although the president of the Dan Association blocked it in time, he was still beaten away.

His face gradually became solemn, but he was still making excuses: "You are consuming your last power to fight, wanting to create the illusion that you have recovered your combat power, right? Just a return to the scene. This trick can be found on the streets casually."

"Is that true? Since you think so, I won't say much." Liu Zhengyang said calmly.

Since he would not believe anything by the President of the Danhui, Liu Zhengyang had to prove everything with his fists.

Of course, he actually knew in his heart that President Danhui had already believed it.

He was just dead.

He could not accept the fact that he could not fight against Liu Zhengyang in his prime.

Moreover, being unable to fight against Liu Zhengyang, who is in full swing, means that he will die.

Compared to death, he would rather be an ostrich.

Liu Zhengyang was too lazy to talk nonsense, but he kept attacking the president of the Danhui Association. Every punch could make the president of the Danhui Association tremble and frown in pain. With the president of the Danhui Association who had improved his strength, he could not withstand Liu Zhengyang's fierce attack. It is conceivable how much Liu Zhengyang's strength has recovered.

The president of the Dan Society had unrealistic expectations at the beginning.

However, Liu Zhengyang attacked him thousands of times in a row, but there was no sign of exhaustion, which gradually made him realize the reality.

He asked anxiously, "How could it be? Why? Why is this happening?"

"What are you talking about? Why do you feel like a loser who cannot accept the cruel facts?" Liu Zhengyang sarcastically said: "Did you realize that you will definitely lose, so you panic? The president of the Dangdan Society did not expect that his psychological quality was only at this level."

Most people are ridiculed like this, regardless of whether they are happy or not, they usually try their best to pretend.

At least I gritted my teeth and fought for a while.

But the president of the Danhui Association still said in extreme panic: "Why? Why can your energy be restored in such a war? Under normal circumstances, shouldn't the energy of monks be consumed quickly in battle? Even if the pills are restored, it is impossible to recover."

What the President of the Dan Society said was the facts.

The elixirs used for recovery usually do not have much technical content, and any qualified alchemist can refine them.

At the same time, because it is a very basic thing, even if a master alchemist is able to refine it, he will not be able to make any tricks.

In this case, the medicinal power of this type of elixir is extremely limited.

When monks at low levels use it, they can naturally recover quickly.

However, when the strength reaches the Dao Realm or even above the Dao Realm, the recovery power of the elixir seems to be insufficient.

So no matter how the president of Danhui thought about it, he couldn't figure out how Liu Zhengyang recovered.
Chapter completed!