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Perhaps it was Mo Shangjun's provocative glance that inadvertently touched a nerve in Xin Shuang.
In that instant, it ignited Xin Shuang's fighting spirit, and he charged at Mo Shangjun with a livid face, an arrow step bringing him right in front of her, his fist carrying an extremely fierce force aimed straight for Mo Shangjun's shoulder.
Mo Shangjun hooked her lips in a cold sneer.
She moved slightly, dodging his attack, and with a lift of her hand, she grabbed his powerful wrist; simultaneously, her other fist, clenched, struck hard at Xin Shuang's abdomen.
The fist was not big, but the force was considerable.
Xin Shuang let out a muffled grunt and immediately took two steps back.
