"I thought you were supposed to be so tough, but it looks like this is all you've got." Corey taunted, watching Mo Xuan grimace and rub his waist on the other side.
Mo Xuan was speechless. 'I'm a man of flesh and blood. Did he think I wouldn't react after getting hit by that hammer?'
Mo Xuan rubbed his side a few more times until the pain subsided, then adopted a fighting stance.
Seeing that Mo Xuan was ready, Corey immediately charged forward, hammer in hand.
Feng He clutched Lin Jingjing's hand, her face and voice filled with worry. "Can... can he win?"
Lin Jingjing looked at her worried expression and patted her on the head reassuringly. "Mo Xuan isn't as weak as you think."
"You have to believe in him."
On the tournament grounds, Mo Xuan saw Corey rushing toward him and charged forward himself.
Spotting the crimson hammer, Mo Xuan instantly shed his jacket, lunged forward to wrap it around the weapon, and aimed a kick straight at Corey.
