Bang bang bang——!
The sounds of fierce battle kept coming.
The clash of weapons, though difficult to discern in sight, could clearly convey its intensity and danger.
Suddenly, the two parted ways, Yan Lie only took one step back, while Mu Qingge retreated three steps.
This retreat highlighted the gap between them.
Yan Lie crossed his hands behind his back, looking at Mu Qingge with contemptuous disdain, "You are no match for me." The arrogance in this statement was palpable.
He spoke with utmost certainty.
His meaning was clear: whether Mu Qingge died here today or not, she wouldn't be his equal.
If she died here, it was self-evident, but even if she didn't, she would never surpass him! Such confidence made him inherently disdainful of Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge's lips curved slightly, but she didn't argue back.
She rarely encountered a worthy opponent, and today, Yan Lie wished to kill her, while she wanted to use him as a whetstone.
