If I Make My Move, This Game Will Be Over!

While Lin Qingzhu and Mu Qinglan were talking, Ning Wangshu looked at the somewhat irritated Huang Qiucheng and smiled faintly. "Don't worry, I never regret things. Go ahead and make your move."

"Fine! You said it yourself, humph!"

Huang Qiucheng let out a cold snort and wasted no time. His figure abruptly moved like a thunderbolt, fiercely charging toward Ning Wangshu as he clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it out like a heavy hammer.

A fierce gale howled, and a series of air-bursts resounded through the air!

Seeing this, Ning Wangshu curled the corner of his mouth with a calm expression, easily and unhurriedly side-stepping to effortlessly dodge Huang Qiucheng's punch.

The few people watching the battle nearby couldn't help looking somewhat surprised at this.

"It seems the strength of Qingzhu's boyfriend shouldn't be weak."

"Although Qiucheng probably only used fifty percent of his strength with that punch just now, Qingzhu's boyfriend was able to dodge so easily and calmly. It shows that his vision, reaction, and grasp of timing are all not bad."

Du Zhaowu said in surprise.

Ge Yunwei nodded slightly. "True. To be fair, although Qingzhu's boyfriend sounds a bit unreliable and talks nonsense, judging solely from the way he side-stepped to dodge just now, his strength is not far off."

While they were talking, Huang Qiucheng saw Ning Wangshu dodging his attack so effortlessly and was likewise somewhat surprised.

Right away, however, he let out another cold snort, spun around, and swept a horizontal punch at Ning Wangshu.

A faint smile still hung on the corner of Ning Wangshu's mouth. With a single backstep, Huang Qiucheng's punch missed its mark once again.

Having two consecutive punches easily dodged by Ning Wangshu—failing even to touch the hem of Ning Wangshu's clothes—Huang Qiucheng instantly