Ling Miaomiao and Yang Xiaoxin's eyes widened, entirely fixated without wanting to blink at all.
Watching the back-and-forth exchange between the two, Xu Mengying bit down hard on her lower lip, clear envy in her eyes. She'd always assumed that with the few years of judo she learned and the long period she'd been taught by a kung fu instructor, even if Ling Xi surpassed her in other areas, her own physical skill should at least exceed Ling's. However, after being completely dominated in that previous match and watching Ling's contest with Luo Bing, she felt truly resentful, her hatred deepening even more!
Someday, she would surely make Ling Xi grovel at her feet... begging for mercy! Sooner or later, she was determined to accomplish this!
As for Han Xiaoxu and Hua Jinghao, they had already witnessed Ling Xi's formidable skills, with Hua Jinghao having even sparred with her before. Thus, the seemingly playful spar on stage really couldn't arouse their spirits.
