"Su Chengyu, with such a commotion over there, are you really not anxious at all?"
Mo Ningchen's punches grew increasingly swift and ferocious. Despite the fact that the situation seemed to favor him, Mo Ningchen couldn't shake a persistent unease, as if something was amiss.
"Anxious? Perhaps a little. But you seem quite flustered yourself. Got something on your mind?"
"Shut up!"
Mo Ningchen roared furiously, his fist holding the Wasteland Battle Halberd at bay. His other hand burst with golden light and surged directly toward Su Chengyu's right chest.
Yet, just as this strike neared Su Chengyu's chest, the Dragon Slayer Sword intervened again, neutralizing most of Mo Ningchen's strength.
Again with this!
Mo Ningchen's frustration surged.
Ever since Su Chengyu was gravely injured, Mo Ningchen had held the upper hand in their battle.
