Boom.
Though he had blocked it, the impact still shoved Zhao Bai forward and sent him crashing into the ruins, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Smoke without damage.
Zhao Bai put away his long blade and began searching for his gauntlets, deciding to have a manly duel with Fu Hua.
Fist against fist—that was what looked cool.
Matching Fu Hua's forced chuunibyou act was Zhao Bai, who was pretending to be serious.
He pulled out his weapon, the Sleeve Wrapped Cloud Gauntlets.
In a grand voice, he recited, "The beginning and end of fate have come to an end. Flowers bloom and wither, all returning to dust. Yin and yang take form, purity and impurity divide themselves—serenely alone amid the nine heavens, watching mortal lives dream."
"Begone, evil spirit."
Fu Hua stared in astonishment, wondering if the two of them had somehow gotten the wrong script.
But there was no time to think now.
She charged forward, and Zhao Bai raised his fists to meet her. Their fists collided like a supernova exploding, and both took a step back.
"Fu Hua, you're so hard."
"Shut up!"
Another punch followed, but this one was a sincere blow, filled with her instinctive killing intent.
"Are they even fighting?"
Kiana watched from the side, feeling that it was nowhere near as passionate as she had imagined.
Who chatted about domestic nonsense while fighting?
Otto returned to his hometown in Finland. Despite his secretary's advice, he still insisted on opening the live broadcast to watch the video data transmitted back by Moon Ring.
According to his plans, that place should have been a field of ruins, with the mech badly damaged.
Why?
The footage was from Moon Ring's first-person perspective.
Otto saw only Moon Ring pressing Zhao Bai hard, while the latter could