"So it turns out you are a senior. I was rash earlier, Sister Li. Please don't blame me!"
"It's fine, it's fine. I just got a bit itchy-handed and wanted to test your skill."
As for the skill, with the health bar right in front, how many pounds was it? Fang Yu definitely knew. Blood Volume-wise, it was not even as strong as Bo Fu, but the boxing technique was pretty interesting.
"Come on up, shall we go again?"
"I dare not! How can the junior be a match for the senior!"
"Just come up."
"Then... please guide me, senior!"
Bo Li hesitated for a moment, then jumped up.
This time, after paying respects, she immediately exerted her full strength.
Her movement technique instantly became elusive, swinging left and right as if two or three afterimages appeared simultaneously; at the same time, Fang Yu noticed that several afterimages were punching the air.
It was the so-called... empty swinging.
Every punch thrown at the air made Bo Li's punching power climb another level.
