"Ah... a movie trope from fifty-five years ago... really leaves you speechless,"
Double Leaf, maintaining her focus on the two, muttered with dead-fish eyes and then gently gritted her teeth, "That guy must have come over earlier, otherwise how could he possibly understand Cordova's attack patterns so well? But when did the two of them become enemies... Also, if that guy gets killed by Cordova, does that mean I win the bet?"
Clearly, even though Motan had dodged Cordova's attacks several times without losing a drop of blood, Double Leaf didn't feel he would win; the gap between them was just too large. Even if Tan Mo fought desperately, he was no match for that hermaphrodite, managing only to stall for a few minutes at most.
"You are a worthy opponent!"
As Motan sprinted away, he turned back to yell at Cordova, "Although you were a member of the Heretical Church in your past life, you were also a spineful one, much stronger than those losers I casually stabbed to death."
