A rapid blow shot towards Han Jing, it made him jerk to the left as he felt the strength behind the punch. Why was he on the defensive already? He reached for Mou Gu's arm to counterattack but the man threw another shot with his left fist. Han Jing instinctually ducked down and avoided the blow and pushed his right leg forward. He swept a low-kick at his opponent—Mou Gu leapt upwards.
The man's head nearly touched the ceiling.
Han Jing blinked at the dexterity and met a shoe in his face as a reward. He tumbled backwards and recoiled. It took him a moment to understand that he was on the floor as his surroundings spun. Pang! A flash of pink went over towards him that made his body tense up to move, until they spoke up. "W-Woah, I am so sorry—"
