A belly full of bad water, a dark and twisted heart... Mo Junhua was yet to finish talking when he heard this sly and devious scoundrel say, "…What does it matter if a grown man, tough-skinned and fleshed, gets hit a few times by Xiao Lan? How strong can a young lady possibly be?"
Ji Feng laughed with self-satisfaction, speaking as if he had no horse in the race. He knew exactly how powerful Lan Tian's punches could be, breaking a few bones was a trivial matter for her.
Mo Junhua didn't know about the girl's martial prowess, but seeing Ji Feng's sinister laughter and the intention behind getting the girl to beat him, it was clear she must be quite skilled!
Maybe he could test the girl's limits… but it was impossible with her wielding a sword.
Lan Tian was sick and tired of dodging Mo Junhua. After listening to Ji Feng's words, she glanced at the ruined garden and flipped her hand to put away her sword.
