Xiao Qiao threw her punches both swiftly and craftily, her movements agile and as quick as lightning. Mu Liang was pressured into a retreat step by step, but he did not appear disheveled. Although he had sustained an injury to one of his arms, for a professional fighter, having one arm and one leg impaired greatly affected his mobility.
Xiao Qiao was equally crafty, aiming each punch and every move at Mu Liang's injured arm. Dodging widened the wound and caused the bandage to soak with fresh blood. As Mu Liang was driven back step by step by Xiao Qiao's kick, he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath when her fist, fierce and imminent, approached his face. He dodged along the wall, and Xiao Qiao's punch left a crack in it...
That was a marble wall.
For the sake of Lu Xiaojiu, Mu Liang had been avoiding conflict, yet she attacked brutally. With no grudges, why such ferocity?
