When women fight, pulling each other's hair never looks good, even if they're beautiful.
But when Yu Qing and Wu Lin fight, it's quite the sight. They don't use any spells, just pure moves as they clash.
The two are from the same school, very familiar with each other. Their fight resembles a martial arts performance, every move pleasing to the eye.
Fang Zhou was entranced, his eyes glued to the scene, and he couldn't help but cheer loudly at the exciting moments.
"Good! Beautiful!"
While Fang Zhou was cheering and clapping, Yu Qing and Wu Lin's faces simultaneously darkened.
Why were these sisters fighting in the first place? Wasn't it because of this obnoxious man? And he still had the nerve to be applauding on the side?
As if they had a telepathic understanding, Yu Qing and Wu Lin's four palms intertwined, then suddenly changed direction, striking towards Fang Zhou.
The fierce palm force tore through the air, startling Fang Zhou, who quickly jumped down from the deck chair.
