Fire Nether and Mo Ye locked eyes, and at the intersection of their gazes, there seemed to be flashes of electricity.
Ye Wu shot a glance at Hu Jiuling, who seemed to be enjoying the commotion, and quickly pacified them, "Your fighting styles are right here. In the usual sparring sessions, you definitely can't display your full strength. We're all family; winning and losing isn't that important!"
Mo Ye smiled slightly, "Yes, winning and losing aren't that important. Fire Nether, why don't you admit defeat?"
Fire Nether sneered, "I think you should admit defeat. Otherwise, when I beat you up till you look unseemly, it won't be pretty on your face."
"Oh really? Then let's try." Mo Ye sneered and his figure instantly vanished into the shadows.
A long spear appeared instantly in Fire Nether's hand, and his whole aura changed in an instant.
These two... have gotten serious.
Hu Jiuling's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but take out a packet of preserved fruits to munch on.
