Fu Hua Gets Angry

Xu Yanwu and Fu Hua both went all out under their current circumstances.

As the two drew closer, their fists carried such oppressive force that it seemed to congeal the air itself, creating an anxious feeling of being unable to breathe.

All of a sudden, Xu Yanwu saw something in that heavy air... feathers?

Why were there feathers?

Xu Yanwu froze for a moment, but his fist did not stop.

However, by the time Xu Yanwu noticed, Fu Hua's fist had already struck his chest, leaving a faint fist mark there.

For some reason, Xu Yanwu's fist had already unclenched and seized Fu Hua's wrist. One of his hands had grown considerably larger, gripping both of Fu Hua's wrists together.

Xu Yanwu's other hand covered Fu Hua's mouth, his fingers applying enough force that she could not speak at all.

Just now... had he blanked out for a moment?

Xu Yanwu's mind fell into confusion.

Why had he clearly not yet approached Fu Hua, only to be struck by her the next instant?

And when had he grabbed Fu Hua's wrists?

What had happened in between?

And... who had won and who had lost?

Xu Yanwu looked up and saw that both his health bar and Fu Hua's health bar had vanished.

That meant... both of them had taken more damage than Xu Yanwu had originally anticipated.

But what exactly had happened?

The moment Xu Yanwu opened his mouth, he saw Fu Hua's furious expression. She kicked him in the abdomen, forcing him to release both her hands and uncover her mouth, then stagger backward two steps.

"Fu Hua, what exactly happened? Why did I..."

Before Xu Yanwu could finish, he saw Fu Hua leap up and seize the wooden sword that had been floating high in the air.

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