Suddenly, Zhao Xing noticed that the speed of the two figures had slowed down, and the light and shadows were gradually dimming.
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound resonating in the air, everyone felt a shock in their ears and quickly took a few steps back.
The two figures finally separated, revealing their true forms.
The duel between Yang Junxiong and Du Jiaojiao had finally reached a conclusion.
"Sister Jiao!"
Lu Qian and Liu Muqing hurriedly ran over.
"I am fine."
Du Jiaojiao panted slightly, her hair disheveled.
Yang Junxiong's hair was still intact, his breath even, as if the recent battle had been a breeze for him.
"She has become stronger again," Zong Shichang remarked, "Her lips remain untouched, yet she can punch a young man to death. At this rate, who would dare to want her?"
"Mr. Zong, high-ranking martial artists have excellent hearing. If you don't watch your mouth, you might be the next young man she punches to death," Zhao Xing said casually.
