In a split second, Jiang Nan's fist swung straight toward her face!
"Ah—"
Youyou saw the fist appear right in front of her eyes in an instant and instinctively closed her eyes.
She waited for several seconds, but pain didn't come. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw the fist stop just a centimeter from her nose.
Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Jiang Nan's cold voice, "You lost."
"..."
Youyou's face turned pale as she looked at him, not out of fear, but surprise.
For the first time, she felt she was not familiar with the person in front of her. The man who always seemed indifferent seemed to be hiding many secrets.
"Who's your coach? I want to learn from him. Could you introduce me?" Youyou snapped out of her daze, showed no sign of defeat, picked up her whip, and stepped forward to ask him.
