Feng was not strong.
But from what Lan Qingyou understood, for him to protect several children younger than himself in the newly established Lakeside City at the age of ten, he definitely had his own way of fighting.
To put it simply, it was the street-fighting kind.
What mattered was taking the enemy down in one move.
From the sight of Hohenheim pinned to the ground, Lan Qingyou knew he must have been hit in the leg or foot first.
Then, while he could not stand steadily, Little Feng had seized the initiative in one go.
Amazing. As expected of my disciple.
Lan Qingyou secretly felt delighted inside.
And once Lan Qingyou felt delighted, naturally, someone else could not.
Just as Lan Qingyou had said.
To still end up beaten like this even with the Magic Eye, Alisa felt a little embarrassed.
Even if the other party was her own ancestor.
What was embarrassing was still embarrassing.
Rather, it was precisely because the other party was her own ancestor that she felt embarrassed.
If it had been anyone else, she would not have cared at all.
"After all, the utilization rate is only that much."
After Alisa hauled up Hohenheim, who had been beaten until his head was covered in lumps, she forcibly saved herself a little face.
At that, Lan Qingyou merely smiled proudly.
No matter what the other party said.
In any case, she had "won."
At that, Alisa only looked at Lan Qingyou through gritted teeth, then threw Hohenheim in her hand onto the Magic Flying Carpet.
Then she swaggered off.
"Teacher, did I do something wrong?"
After Alisa went back, Feng timidly walked over below Lan Qingyou.
At this moment, he no longer had the momentum from when he had just beaten Hohenheim black and blue.