Pants Torn to Shreds (Repaying 6 monthly ticket Debts)
Looking at Le Mulan in the Training Room, Zhang Yu said helplessly, "How are you supposed to fight dressed like that?"
Le Mulan was wearing several layers of clothes from head to toe. She even had thick gloves on her hands and a mask over her face, looking utterly bloated.
Zhang Yu silently cursed. She's sick. This germophobia is way too severe.
So Zhang Yu said, "I disinfected myself when I entered the school. You don't need to go this far, do you?"
Le Mulan waved a hand and said, "It won't affect anything. Let's begin."
After two months of training, Le Mulan believed her tolerance for Zhang Yu had improved by leaps and bounds.
But now that she was fighting him in actual combat again after two months, she still decided to take things one step at a time—for example, by wearing a few extra layers at the start.
Zhang Yu shook his head helplessly. But she was, after all, a client who paid twelve thousand an hour. Whatever strange demands she had, he could only agree to them.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, Sigh, being rich is great. You can actually hire a genius high schooler like me as a sparring partner.
Le Mulan said, "Let's start with ordinary combat. Try your best to drag me into Ground Battle."
A moment later, the two stood facing each other. Le Mulan took a deep breath and beckoned at Zhang Yu, and Zhang Yu suddenly charged forward.
Amid a series of explosive bangs, Le Mulan's Sword Qi and Zhang Yu's Astral Qi collided violently.
Le Mulan felt waves of terrifying force mixed with vast Magical Power crashing toward her.
She had already been weaker than Zhang Yu in raw strength, and