"Alright!" The young woman swiftly nodded.
She extended her hand and gripped Qi Wu's.
As they had to stand very close to each other, the young woman was taken aback by Qi Wu's beauty, causing her to space out from being enthralled by Qi Wu.
Qi Wu's skin was flawless. Even the hair on her arm was barely noticeable.
While she was lost in thought, Qi Wu's voice gently called out, "Done."
The next thing the young woman saw was Qi Wu effortlessly flexing her wrist. Her arm immediately twisted backward without an ounce of resistance.
The young woman was bewildered.
She stared at her arm, which was lying flat on the table, in disbelief. Even though Qi Wu had already pulled back, she could still feel the effects of Qi Wu's strength lingering in her arm.
Were angels meant to be this strong?
The girl found it hard to believe. Even in the latter rounds, she kept a close eye on Qi Wu.
