'What incredible Martial Arts!'
Zhao Rui's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say to Miao Miaomiao,
"Hey, classmate, I think you should turn off your Charm Skill. That way, we can spar purely with techniques, and you can practice defending against people who aren't afraid of your Martial Arts."
Hearing his words, Miao Miaomiao sneered and said, "If you can fight, we'll continue. If you can't, then stop your whining!"
"Erk!"
'Forget it. Let's just fight!'
'The progress bar is only at ten percent.'
Zhao Rui moved his feet slowly, gradually approaching the trigger range of her Charm Skill. He stared intently at her figure, like a cheetah searching for an opportunity to strike.
Seeing his cautious expression, Miao Miaomiao was amused. She took a casual step forward as if strolling through a garden.
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Zhao Rui leapt back a large step.
'Such sharp senses.'
