It was night, and the lights in the martial arts hall were dim, but in that hall they were bright, and their figures were clear. They were fencing. Compared with one person's retreat, the other person seems to be a lot more arrogant, even to the point of out of control. The poor fellow trainer was deterred by repeated defeats, but the man did not seem to be released.

"Master Zhengyan, I admit defeat." The trainee bowed and said that he was already suffering.

Mo Zhengyan turned to his jaw and then turned back and said, "Smile, come on."

Chu Xiaoxin was dragged into the water and accompanied him to...