In the restaurant, as two experts of internal martial arts skills dueled, one could only hear the 'pop pop pop' of the wind but not a sound of fists or kicks striking each other. The sight of the maiden with veiled hood gliding like the wind, and the man with a stern face agile as a leopard, their back-and-forth battle attracted all the customers in the restaurant to watch, even newcomers walking on the street squeezed in to observe the two clashing from afar.
Anyone who saw such a scene would surely marvel at its beauty, but the two people at the heart of it paid no attention. What they noticed was only each other's moves.
Mo Ziqi lifted his leg in a sweep, hooking Cai Wei's ankle, while at that moment Cai Wei also leaned her arm, locking Mo Ziqi's arm in position.
"Good!"
Someone in the crowd shouted out, prompting a chorus of agreement.
