Nangong Jie had lost his mind!
He had approached the fight with Mo Qi full of confidence.
'He was even calculating how many moves it would take to beat him to the ground.'
'And what he should say to mock Mo Qi's ignorance after knocking him down.'
But he never imagined he would be at a disadvantage from the very first move.
On the second move, he was caught off guard and completely led by the nose.
On the third, a single slap from Mo Qi sent him flying.
Then, just as Mo Qi had promised, it became a brutal, bloody beatdown. He was thrashed until he was bleeding from every orifice, his body a mangled mess.
Nangong Jie couldn't understand how Mo Qi, at such a young age, could possess such devilishly skilled combat techniques.
Fighting him felt nothing like facing a teenager. Instead, it was like facing Nangong An.
To be more precise, it was even more terrifying than facing Nangong An!
'This makes no sense!'
'And this is the body of a Vajra Realm master!'
