In the blink of an eye, thirty rounds had passed, and both sides fought with increasing ferocity, showing no signs of retreat.
Comparatively speaking, Qin Su's martial arts skills should be above Mo Lan's. However, Mo Lan is agile and her whip techniques are unpredictable and varied. At crucial moments, Mo Lan can always create threats for Qin Su unexpectedly and neutralize his attacks.
After engaging in combat, Qin Su realized that he was indeed unable to defeat Mo Lan in a short period of time.
Just as the two were locked in a fierce battle, Wufeng and his group, along with Hanshuang and his group, arrived.
The two leaders are fighting; how can they just sit idly by?
Han Shuang, in particular, was puzzled as she watched the two fighting. Did Qin Su not agree to Jiang Mian joining?
The talks broke down?
"Weren't things fine the whole time? How did they suddenly start fighting?" Tingyu shook her folding fan, looking at the two people in the arena who were evenly matched with each other in shock.
Fortunately, it was difficult to determine a winner for the time being, so no one was worried.
Wu Feng turned to look at Han Shuang beside him, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and asked, "May I ask, young lady, do you know what happened in between?"
"I don't know."
Han Shuang glanced at the two people in the arena, especially the pointer in the leader's hand, which didn't even reveal a single barb, showing that he wasn't taking it seriously.
"Don't worry, it should just be a friendly spar, no one will get killed." The eldest sister's pointer held a hidden meaning, something she already knew.
Hearing the calm tone of Frost, Wufeng Wuyu turned around and looked at the two people fighting fiercely in the arena. Only then did he notice that the young master was unarmed. Although he was forced to go all out, he did not look anxious.
After seeing through it all, neither side spoke. They each found a rock to rest on, sat down calmly, and watched the scene unfold, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones to discuss their impressions.
"Wu Feng, it's too much of a disadvantage for the young master to fight bare-handed. He's been forced back several times. Why doesn't he know to show his weapon?" Jing Lei leaned against a tree trunk and complained.
"What do you know, you blockhead? How can the young master seriously argue with Miss Mo Lan? Do you understand that it's just a friendly sparring match?"
Tingyu rolled her eyes at Jinglei and shook her head. This guy's brain is just a straight line, without any curves. What can he possibly see?
"However, Miss Mo Lan's whip technique is really good. It's the first time I've seen such a tricky move. In addition, her movements are light and agile, and her long-range and close-range attacks complement each other perfectly. She is indeed not to be underestimated."
If the two were to fight to the death, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.
Listening to their conversation, Han Shuang calmly said, "Women are naturally weaker than men in terms of physical strength, so using skill to overcome them is the best way to avoid exhaustion. My eldest daughter used skill to restrain your young master in the same way. As for the whip technique, she only used one-tenth of its power."
"Tch, what are you talking big about? Didn't you see my young master was being lenient with you?"
Hearing Han Shuang's tone, Jing Lei immediately became displeased and retorted, "Really, if his young master were to reveal his weapon, he could take someone down in just a few rounds."
Han Shuang glanced at Jing Lei, suppressed her emotions, and leaned against a stone stool, waiting for the battle to end.
As for Qin Su and Mo Lan in the arena, after they started fighting, there was surprise in both of their eyes. They felt like they had met their match and hadn't had such a refreshing fight in a long time.
Since we've run into this today, how can we vent our anger if we don't give it our all?
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