The color of bronze and the sharp breath of the boxing jacket make the whole space tremble.

"Mulan, admit defeat now, otherwise, don't blame my hands for being ruthless!" Kim does not rush to hold a glove, breaking up the sense of desolation, the threat of full strength.

"Hum, chop!" Mulan is arrogant and cold. He doesn't say much at all. He wields his sword and chops it off. He wants to fight Saint Wei with his own strength.

"Find Death!" Gold did not provoke anger, a blow, destroy the world,'boom and rumble...' After a world shock, the whole desolate world disappeared.

"Well, it's terrific!" Mulan hummed softly, but was...