Thinking of this, Gu Tong sowhat appreciated Mo Sinin. If it weren’t for her, she wouldn’t have realized how lacking her physical ability was.
Maybe the ti since her reincarnation was too short, or perhaps life had changed completely, so sotis she still believed she had her forr body and strength. Who gave her this sense of belief...
Gu Tong pursed her lips and then looked at Yan Lishan with so embarrassnt and hesitation, saying, "Let’s have a fight..."
Yan Lishan’s mouth twitched, saying, "..."
What did he do wrong...
"Just for a mont, I want to see how far apart we are." Gu Tong held up a finger, emphasizing just a mont, just a mont.
This ti, Yan Lishan almost cried, "..."
He began to recall the words he said earlier, and then said, "Big Sister... I an, in comparison to genius Qiao and Devil King, you have a bit of a gap, not with —you’re much stronger than , okay..."
Thinking of Gu Tong’s previous moves against the tree, Yan Lishan felt a bit scared. If that punch landed on him, just thinking about it was painful.
Gu Tong pulled back the finger she had outstretched, using an innocent face, saying, "Say that again?"
"I said... you’re much stronger than , okay..."
"Not that sentence!"
"I said, compared to genius Qiao and Devil King, you have a bit of a gap..."
"The sentence above!"
"Uh, Big Sister..." As soon as Yan Lishan said the words, he felt a chill and shuddered instinctively.
"I’m twenty-one years old~" Gu Tong gently clenched her fist, the joints making a crisp ’crack’ sound. Her long eyelashes drooped down, smiling like the wind, implicitly saying, ’You actually called Big Sister’...
Truly, trouble cos from the mouth...
Yan Lishan truly grasped the real aning of this saying. His legs felt weak as he said, "Sister... no, no, no... Little Sister... it’s a respectful, loving honorific..."
"A twenty-one-year-old little sister doesn’t need an honorific~"
Yan Lishan: "..." Don’t argue with won because they’re always right...
"No more words, let’s have a respectful fight."
Yan Lishan was about to spit out blood. A respectful fight—this kind of thing? If you want to fight, just say so, right...
He had many thoughts, mostly arranging how to explain to Gu Tong, however, clearly, Gu Tong wasn’t giving him the chance.
’Whoosh--’
A fist sliding through the air at high speed, creating a fast sound.
Yan Lishan only felt a blur, relying on instinct to dodge the fist directly, his face imdiately showing an expression of about to cry, saying: "Is this how you all in the East District show respect..."
This is too respectful, heavy respect...
’Whoosh--’
Another kick!
Gu Tong had already used eighty percent of her strength, yet she just brushed Yan Lishan’s clothes, not touching him at all.
Don’t be fooled by Yan Lishan’s harmless appearance; he’s a Marquis, a real title earned through military achievents. If he didn’t have the ability, that would be a joke.
Although Gu Tong’s moves were lethal hits, they lacked power. In his eyes, they were no different from flowery, fancy martial arts.
That’s the gap in strength!
Even though Gu Tong had long realized these things, she again truly felt the vast distance.
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