Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment and looked at Xin Lin.
"You have a Mutated Martial Meridian, but you're currently no match for your opponent. If your Martial Meridian gets injured, it won't do you any good. Plus, you still have the Little Eagle Chick Conference."
Xin Lin reminded.
Lu Yuan thought about it and felt that Xin Lin made some sense.
Mo Wu's gaze was fierce, and who knew if he would take this opportunity to do something sinister.
After all, he had already tied a round, and admitting defeat this time was not exactly cowardly; the future is long.
Lu Yuan nodded and stepped forward.
Just as Xin Lin had said, this time Mo Wu was indeed determined to destroy Lu Yuan.
As soon as he entered the arena, True Qi circulated throughout Mo Wu's body, and with a boom, he swung a punch fiercely.
Lu Yuan braced himself and dodged the punch.
Yet Mo Wu's boxing style was like a storm, relentless, and every move seemed intended to break limbs.
