After Mo Fan replenished his energy, he rubbed his hands together eagerly, ready to try again.
Lu Mian got up lazily and finally took off her trench coat, her gaze becoming serious.
Taking off her coat before a fight was her way of showing respect.
"Let's start."
With a faint utterance from Lu Mian, Mo Fan began to gather energy in his palm and attacked her.
That punch was a solid one.
The mercenaries on the side trembled again in fear.
"Are they really going at it for real?!"
"It's the first time I've seen someone beef up their opponent before fighting them. What a weirdo."
"Same here..."
"Can you all discern Miss Lu's moves?"
"She's learned too much variety; I can't make them out." One of the more knowledgeable people commented, "But Mr. Mo Fan there seems to be using techniques from the Chixia Sect, right?"
"Tsk."
Everyone pursed their lips disapprovingly since the Mercenary Alliance did not have good relations with the Chixia Sect.
