Chapter 97 Can we not slap the face (third update)_1

Although it's just a simple fight; cou ... cou ... cou ... this is just in Mu Lin's eyes.

However, in the eyes of others, every collision, every hit of the fist, those are all real, fist to fist, elbow to elbow. It looks painful, but this is also an important weapon for the soldiers: the ability to endure. As robust as a bull, sturdy.

Watching the thrilling fight on the stand, the young men below all wanted to have a try. Ling Qi's eyes sweep over them, the curve of his mouth lightly uplifted, slightly gratified.

The two lads did not disappoint him. They may not be skilled enough, but they had been trained by those two old soldiers—it makes a difference.

However, Ling Qi felt something strange for no apparent reason ...

Why do they both like aiming for the face? Tsk, tsk, tsk... Who knew these two handsome young men might end up looking like two battered pigs?'

Ling Qi felt a moment of schadenfreude.