The smile on Lu Xiuwen's face could not help but fall a little.
Wanting to sense whether Ye Qingtang played any tricks, he narrowed his eyes, but he did not feel that there were any special moves after thinking over and over again.
Two out of three moves were over. Only one move was left, and then Ye Qingtang would win.
This time, Zhou Qu did not dare to be careless as well.
God knows why this annoying girl was so cursed. She obviously looked very weak, how could he not manage to hit her?
Zhou Qu took a deep breath, refusing to believe in superstitions, and the eyes which he looked at Ye Qingtang with became increasingly stern.
A seeming smile was still hung on Ye Qingtang's face.
"There's still one move left. Go ahead, Senior Brother Zhou," Ye Qingtang said with a smile.
Zhou Qu scoffed. He suddenly walked forward and directed his energy, directly hitting Ye Qingtang without giving her any reaction time.
