Indeed, in the eyes of true masters who had actually practiced, victory or defeat was apparent at a glance.
Then, just as Hua Jinghao was preparing to strike back quickly, a ghostly figure appeared behind him the next instant.
The vital point was seized, and a cool voice rang out from behind his ear.
"I have my own objectives, and I don't have time to continue playing here with you. If you wish to proceed, then I wouldn't mind drawing blood." Although she was indeed a martial arts fanatic, she certainly wouldn't forget the reason for her presence there today.
The mention of 'drawing blood' sent a chill through Hua Jinghao.
He was well aware that if he continued to entangle with her, those slender fingers tightly holding his vital point would indeed draw blood in the next second.
"I concede," Hua Jinghao said, a faint smile curling the corners of his mouth.
