Trash, Practice More

"You're full of shit!"

The Rakshasa God also flew into a rage. "I seriously suspect you bitch were putting on an act to fool me. Bah! You weren't even trying to hide it anymore."

"You did it on purpose! I'm fighting you to the death today!"

The Angel God's loss was not severe—at most, her term as a maid had been extended by five hundred years. But the Rakshasa God had gone from being a perfectly respectable guest to becoming a maid!

She was so furious she nearly crushed her back teeth.

"Bring it on!"

The Angel God showed no fear at all. "Today, I'm going to teach you a proper lesson, you useless bitch who ruins everything."

The two were about to start fighting as they spoke.

Su Chen was somewhat speechless. "Are you two ever going to stop?"

"If you're bad at it, practice more. If you can't accept losing, don't play."

"Don't blame everything on your teammates."

The Angel God and the Rakshasa God were both furious, glaring daggers at each other. Each suspected the other of having acted to deceive her, suspecting the other of being dead weight.

The others walked over together, and Ye Lingling stepped forward to explain:

"Two sisters, there's no need to complain about each other. What Su Chen used was a martial art, an extremely powerful technique."

"In a normal sparring match with fists and kicks, it would be impossible for you to defeat him. Even if all of us attacked together, we might not be able to beat him."

"If you're interested, you can learn it together later. It counts as another cultivation system, and I think it should be of great help to you."

Hearing this, the Angel God and the Rakshasa God looked at Ye Lingling in surprise,