In sensing, the opponent seems not far from breaking through to the Mid-Stage Innate.
'Indeed, this Primordial Technique is born for the battlefield, growing amidst slaughter, getting stronger with each strike under the pressure of countless battles.'
"Not to mention one round, even three more rounds wouldn't be a problem."
Han Xiaoru brushed her freshly washed wet hair, her smile bright and elegant.
Compared to when they first met at the lantern festival, her face was still exquisitely beautiful, yet the childishness had faded considerably, a heroic aura exuding, making Chen Ping almost feel she was a different person.
Of course, besides the changed appearance, the tone of this person's speech was still as silly as ever.
"What do you mean by fighting three rounds in a row? Even if you can endure it, your subordinates can't."
