"Is this woman crazy?" Mo Dashan muttered to himself, raising his hand to slap Mo Qingcheng's shoulder.

Mo Qingcheng quickly retreated, thinking to herself, "What an idiot! If she couldn't dodge this slap, wouldn't she be torn to pieces?"

No, if you can't dodge, this idiot will smash you into a meat patty...

Mo Qingcheng's face was frosty. Mo Qingwu really deserved to die. If it weren't for her duel, wouldn't those weaker girls have lost their lives?

Mo Xinxin stood a step back to Mo Qingwu's right, watching the arena with envy, praying in her heart that Mo Dashan, that fool, wouldn't disappoint her; this was an opportunity she had finally managed to get...

Looking at Mo Xinxin's smug expression, Mo Yulian hesitated several times, wondering if it was what Mo Xinxin was thinking.

"Mo Yulian, just say what you have to say, or shut up!" This is making me sick.

Mo Yulian's face flushed red: "Sister Xinxin, this competition, could it be that you and Miss Qingwu... deliberately arranged it?"

Mo Xinxin scoffed, "What, you're feeling sorry for me? Is it what you think..."

Heh, so what?

Anyway, she wasn't the only one who wanted to kill that little bitch Mo Qingcheng...

Mo Yulian covered her mouth tightly with both hands: "You...you guys..." This is too much. If you want to seriously injure the other party, why don't you use proper means?

Mo Xinxin rolled her eyes. Legitimate means? You think that little bitch Mo Qingcheng gave it away for nothing?

snort!

Mo Yulian bit her lip, her face pale, and resisted the urge to back away, standing beside Mo Xinxin.

Mo Xinxin rolled her eyes dismissively, "Cowardly as a mouse..."

On the stage, more than a dozen moves had passed in the blink of an eye, and Mo Dashan hadn't even managed to touch a single piece of Mo Qingcheng's clothes. Frustrated, he yelled loudly.

The onlookers were delighted. It was the same familiar taste and recipe. Miss Mo is awesome! We are bowing down to her.

Although Mo Dashan is incredibly strong, he also has a drawback: his stamina is depleted very quickly. It's estimated that he will be exhausted before long.

As expected, Mo Qingcheng played like a cat playing with a mouse, or rather, a kitten playing with a giant rat; the scene was rather comical.

Mo Dashan's tall body gradually lost its balance, and he fell several times, almost unable to get up.

Mo Qingcheng wasn't in a hurry; she just stood aside, watching the spectacle as if she were an outsider.

What else is there for the onlookers not to understand? Miss Mo is clearly making a fool of Mo Dashan.

Mo Dashan grew angrier and more exhausted as he fought, soon breaking out in a cold sweat. He wondered to himself, "Is this little wench made of iron?"

Having figured out Mo Dashan's tactics, Mo Qingcheng didn't want to waste any more time and lazily yawned, "It's time to end this..."

Mo Dashan felt a sense of foreboding, and in the blink of an eye, a long leg kicked towards his second brother.

Wow!

Mo Dashan dodged Mo Qingcheng's attack with a swift movement. However, he underestimated the strain Mo Qingcheng was putting on him; trying to be agile like a fat man was an impossible task.

Mo Qingcheng feinted an attack, and Mo Dashan couldn't dodge in time. In a flash, Mo Qingcheng silently moved behind Mo Dashan and kicked him from somewhere. Mo Dashan flew out and crashed off the stage with a thud.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings. Everyone gasped in astonishment. This... could actually work?

Could it be that they're using fantasy?

The onlookers broke out in a cold sweat. It seemed Miss Mo had shown mercy and didn't intend to settle scores later; otherwise, they probably wouldn't even know how they died...

Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, raised her eyes to look at Mo Qingping on the referee's bench, her gaze dark and unfathomable: "Elder Mo, are your old eyes being dazzled?"