บท 777: Direct Challenge

"You….. you're..." Mo Fan was never a nimble speaker. Now it became even more stuttered.

He had experienced Su Mucheng's Launcher in the game before and had died to her hands. He admitted that her skill level wasn't bad, but it had always been a one versus many situation every time. Ye Xiu was also usually among them, so of course, he wasn't too convinced.

After seeing Su Mucheng watch TV shows and play flash games all day, he became even more doubtful of Su Mucheng's skill. He started to regard her as just a pretty flower vase. As a result, when he fought against her, he went all out, so he could teach that flower vase a lesson, but contrary to his expectations, it hadn't even been a minute before that flower vase Launcher blasted him into smithereens.

At Mo Fan's skill level, he could differentiate between a good and bad situation. Halfway through, he realized the flower vase that he wanted to kick to pieces was actually made of metal. She wasn't just there to look pretty.