Qi Manlin shook her head, her eyes firmly on Lin Mu, "I'm not leaving, you don't need to persuade me anymore, no matter what you say, I won't leave. If we go, we go together!"
"Uh..."
"Miss Qi, do you really want to die here?" Sharapova said, looking at Qi Manlin.
Qi Manlin supported Lin Mu, looking at Sharapova, "I want to watch Brother Lin defeat you!"
"Haha, do you really think he has the strength now?" Sharapova said, looking at Lin Mu's injured legs.
At this point, Lin Mu's legs had been stabbed four times, already losing his aggressive aura and sharp speed, his attack power would decrease by at least half. Although his Inner Strength was intact, defeating an international top assassin of similar skill to himself was as challenging as reaching the heavens.
In a battle between masters, having an advantage in one point is enough to win, and now, in terms of morale and physically, Lin Mu was completely at a disadvantage.
