A Battle with No Sense of Beauty (Thanks to Pa Qiuqiu for Becoming This Book's Alliance Leader)

Cong Shuling was rendered speechless by her little brother's maneuver.

What was the difference between that and exposing their strength? But seeing how eager he was to help, she found it hard to say anything.

After all, her view was that warmhearted men were better than cold, indifferent ones...

Since her brother had made a move, Cong Shuling considered this hand-to-hand battle between men to be over.

Gao Qi and Taicheng looked around in astonishment. Where was An Ming King's shadow? At last, Gao Qi looked at Cong Renfei, who had withdrawn his hand, and asked, "Where is An Ming King?"

Connecting it with what he had heard earlier, he believed An Ming King's disappearance was related to the long-haired young man before them who called himself Cong Renfei.

Cong Renfei chuckled. "We have an ability called Projection. It can project objects somewhere else, just like our current state. I just projected An Ming King to a place with no one around. Once you've rested, I can send him back, and then you can fight him again."

Taicheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and exclaimed, "That's incredible! There's actually such miraculous Martial Art? I've never heard of it before!"

Crash!

Lu Yijiang burst out from beneath the rubble like a carp leaping from water.

Lu Yijiang shielded his face and roared wildly, "Aaaahhh~"

His momentum was imposing, his hair flying wildly upward and standing on end.

But after shouting for a while without being attacked, he stopped and looked around in confusion. There was no sign of An Ming King.

He then used Flash Step to appear beside Gao Qi and asked, "Where's An Ming King? Where did he go?"

Gao Qi saw that he was covered in wounds, his blood nearly dyeing his tattered Martial