Lin Fu's fighting style lacked her usual sweeping grandeur but was sly as a fox, always on the move while battling Lin Fu.
Sure enough, those who gained fame were no ordinary people.
Lin Fu recognized Conan's resilience, but this time she wasn't consumed by rage; she was improving too. This kind of combat was highly beneficial for training, utterly different from her previous exercises. She now understood her past error—it wasn't right to always fight with the same person repeatedly.
The method before her was indeed more conducive to progress.
Lin Fu was a quick learner, gradually getting a grasp on Conan's combat style, and soon, it was her rhythm dictating the fight.
"Conan is going to lose."
"He's no match for Lin Fu."
"Lin Fu is learning; her speed of improvement is too fast."
The buzz of the crowd filled the air.
Conan admitted defeat not long after.
