So.
Jing Youlan looked at Mu Lin, "Don't hold back too much." Because if she held back a lot, he wouldn't know how to put forth his full strength.
As the saying goes, crisis makes progress.
"Good." Mu Lin smiled lightly, "I won't hold back."
The next moment, Mu Lin's speed suddenly increased so drastically that Jing Youlan almost couldn't keep up.
She really didn't hold back!
Jing Youlan was at a loss for words. He had said not to 'too much' hold back, not to throw that critical 'too' aside.
He was hit several times in a row, hurting so much that he felt like spitting out blood.
Could he take back what he just said? Could she please hold back, dear?
Watching Jing Youlan's continuous defeat, the spectators' jaws had literally dropped to the ground. They picked them up and continued watching, swallowing their saliva in unison, their eyes not daring to blink, fearing they might miss a critical scene.
