When the figure of Mo Shangjun flashed in the corner of her eye, Ding Jing almost thought it was an illusion.
Getting distracted in a battle, even for a moment, could put one at a disadvantage, and Wei Nan certainly didn't have any chivalrous intentions. Seizing the opportunity, he launched a series of attacks on Ding Jing, forcing her to keep retreating.
In that short moment, Ding Jing had already backed away several meters, but at the same time, she clearly saw—it was indeed Mo Shangjun, not her imagination.
Ding Jing looked incredulously at Mo Shangjun seizing the opportunity shamelessly.
Mo Shangjun swaggered over, crossed one pit after another, smoothly arrived at the place where the flags were planted, and then, upon noticing Ding Jing's gaze, continued without any pause. She unflinchingly pulled up all the flags one by one, then stacked them together, took out a military knife, and cut down hard, instantly splitting all the flags in half.
Including the unique Red Flag.
