Gu Qingyi said every word that Ma Lu understood, but when put together it always felt odd.
"Young man, have you never physically fought anyone before?" the middle-aged woman asked curiously.
"Ah? Fight? Well, of course, I have fought before," Ma Lu said.
Although he had been a commander for a while in the second plane, in the first plane, he was truly a main force in team battles.
"Oh, stop fussing, you'll understand once you fight," Gu Qingyi said as she already swung a palm towards Ma Lu's chest.
Ma Lu couldn't dodge in time and was struck squarely.
The next moment, something miraculous happened. He wasn't injured, but rather, an invisible force pulled him back two steps, standing opposite Gu Qingyi.
Then, he assumed a boxing stance and involuntarily started to hop left and right.
Meanwhile, Gu Qingyi drew the longsword from her waist, twirled it around, then stood on her right leg, lifting her left leg and held her sword above her head.
