[Defeat him!]
Liya Delin bit her silver teeth lightly, desperately stimulating the battle energy within her body, breaking through the slightly congested blood qi on her wrist due to successive shocks, and charged forward with her sword once again.
Compared to the Diesel female knight's dissatisfaction with Motan, Kevin's resentment towards Motan was nothing.
[Did I somehow offend her...]
Although he didn't sense any killing intent, Motan sharply detected the strong hostility towards him from the lady Liya Delin in front of him.
Indeed, it was hostility, not fighting spirit.
If Motan's personality at the moment was 'absolute neutrality,' he might have a slight chance to guess the reason for Liya Delin's hostility, but all he could sense now was her desire to beat him up.
Nonetheless, it wasn't a big problem.
