The moment the ring finger stood up, it bent down gently.
In the No. 2 fighting arena, Long Tai and Joseph, blue and black Mecha, were entangled in a rapid fight.
Their light shadows, like two spinning fighting birds, touched and separated, merged and split. The unending clash of metal, ceaseless and continuous, resounded nonstop.
Fatty's index finger bent down. Still pointing arrogantly at Carolina and Cheng Zhixuan was a bold middle finger.
The Ranger piloted by Long Tai suddenly changed its tactics after a swift backward maneuver. The Mingxin Sect's graceful and prolonged style seemed to spontaneously return to him at this moment.
Facing Joseph's storm-like attacks, the Ranger squatted halfway down. With its chubby body moving in an arc underfoot, its steel arms became supple as cotton with simultaneous joint movements, turning both palms, drawing several seemingly slow yet swift circles, already enmeshed the Giant Warrior's swinging fists inside.
