"Trade damage?" The young man who had long noticed that his opponent had no advantage in terms of attributes spat out a mouthful of blood, sneered, and said, "Bring it on!"
"Bring it on!"
The sword swiftly drawn, the battle axe spinning, the two once again tangled in combat!
However, Ji Xiaoge had no time to pay attention to Motan. In a matter of seconds, Ah Mo's attack frequency had abruptly escalated. The switch between the longbow and the crossbow was smooth as flowing water, forcing Ji Xiaoge to move constantly with arrows lights threatening at every moment. Ah Mo, however, stood leisurely at his initial spot, consuming far less stamina than his opponent.
"How much longer can you hold out, big sis?" Ah Mo squinted his eyes, tracking the floating girl's shifting movements, quietly mumbling to himself while firing crossbow arrows, "Two minutes? Or three minutes?"
