Luo Muqing trembled as he stood up shakily before Qi Xinzhu. A large wound on his chest spouted a torrent of fresh blood. Qi Xinzhu knew how severe her blow had been; if Luo Muqing continued like this, he really could die.
"Mr. Luo, is this necessary?"
Qi Xinzhu's seemingly warm-hearted question became the cruellest mockery of Luo Muqing at that moment.
A toad lusting after a swan's flesh? Where exactly had he been defeated?
"I'm not a damn toad!"
Qi Xinzhu was bewildered. She didn't quite understand what Luo Muqing was saying, but since he insisted, she had no reason to hesitate. "If you've decided to continue fighting, then I will respect your decision."
Qi Xinzhu's respect was simple: to give her all and take Luo Muqing's life in the shortest time possible. The dead don't fight back, which would mean less trouble for her.
"Come on, let's see just how wide the gap between us is!"
