"This is an unfair fight!" Fairy Dragon Luna exclaimed angrily, "What kind of fighting style is this! You are simply too cunning and despicable, Beamon!"
"Is there really such a thing as fairness in this world? According to your logic, should I stand there and let your husband, this pile of iron, kick me with his cast-iron feet until I'm crawling on the ground to be fair?" Liu Zhenhan snorted disdainfully, "Do you think you are the fool, or do you think I am?"
"You..." Fairy Dragon Luna stammered, unable to say another word.
"I have lost." The Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahim let out a long sigh, his neck still clasped.
Liu Zhenhan, hearing this, was momentarily stunned, then laughed and let go of the firmly grasped head.
