When Liu Xiao first saw song qingxiao and du xingyun exchange blows, his dodging trajectory and attack movements had aroused his fighting spirit.
He had been in the reserve team for several years and had a wealth of combat experience. Generally speaking, when an opponent stood in front of him, he could roughly figure out the opponent's background. His eyes could capture the subtle expressions of the opponent and judge the situation from there.
However, now that the newcomer was standing in front of him, he vaguely felt that something was not right.
The person in front of her was like a pool of water or a mountain. He had preemptively released his aura, but it had no effect on her at all. He didn't know if it was because he had mastered the art of maintaining his aura or if he was just putting on an act.
He had already said that he would allow her to use weapons, but she did not take out any. Instead, she was just like him, ready to fight with her bare hands.
