"Those who truly don't care, won't bring it up.
"You're several years older than him and have practiced for years more, but in that brutal match just now, the loser was you."
Swish!
Mu Cheng focused and drew her longsword.
Rumble!
This time, Meng Yang took the initiative to strike, blocking all of Mu Cheng's escape routes. The fierce thunder light gathered into a fearsome thunder dragon, rampaging with indescribable violence.
Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink!
Mu Cheng's pupils narrowed; her superb swordsmanship was no joke either.
After a bout of intense confrontation, Mu Cheng was forced to the edge of the stage, but she also managed to block Meng Yang's Thunder Fist.
Swish!
Mu Cheng seized an opening, her figure flickered, and she quickly darted towards the center of the stage.
But Meng Yang pursued relentlessly.
Unfortunately, due to severe injuries to his left waist, and having released too much Qi Blood, the wound tore open again, causing excruciating pain.
