"You're telling me, you got into a fight with a girl your age, who's nearly at the peak of the Physique Transformation realm, without considering how powerful a background she would need to have for a cultivation base that high at this age-"
"Who even considers that sort of stuff before getting into a fight? What kind of dumbass would wait to think through so many unnecessary details when your enemy is about to slash you to death?"
Seeing the thick bandages wrapped around Mu Ran's forehead and jaw, stuffed to the brim with medicinal pastes, Han Xuhan really wanted to ask what good it did to not think before getting into the fight.
But considering a girl was involved in the story, it made sense in a way. After all, Mu Ran would lose the few working brain cells in his head the moment he came across a girl he could hit on. Asking him to act wisely in such a situation was like asking a dog not to eat shit.
