Chapter 949: What About the Three Moves We Agreed Upon?

“The first move.” The little stoic deadpanned with a cold face.

Old Master Duan’s eyelid jerked, and he pretended to be indifferent as he asked Duan Yue who was sitting beside him, “Little Fourth, based on your understanding of the little lady, she doesn’t surely mean for Little Fifth to yield her three moves, right!”

Wasn’t it ridiculous to yield three moves!

Even if he didn’t yield any moves, he might not have been able to defeat the little lady either, yet he went up and yielded three. The old sir truly couldn’t look straight at his idiotic grandson anymore.

“Of course she means it.”

Otherwise, why would Qiaoqiao be counting off her moves?

Upon observing closely, Duan Yue this guy was in total schadenfreude, yet he still put on an act as he consoled the old sir, “Grandpa, don’t be anxious. After carrying Little Fifth back, the worst thing that could happen is that he’ll be two sizes bigger.”

However, Old Master Duan looked at him in exasperation.

Doesn’t that sound savage to you…

How brutal of a thrashing would make him two sizes bigger?!

Meanwhile, Duan Youbing finally climbed down from the railing after great difficulty. He teetered as he leaned on his meter-long broadsword before Qiao Mu with an inhumane constipated expression.

Qiao Mu’s lithe figure flickered, flitting towards Duan Youbing at high speed. She was so fast that people could only see a blur.

Duan Youbing’s hackles promptly exploded, and he instantly braced himself to meet the enemy head-on, slashing towards Qiao Mu with his broadsword.

The little stoic was immediately enraged. “You said earlier that you would yield three moves!”

Duan Youbing was instantly stupefied, and the broadsword in his hand reacted faster than his person, already reaching Qiao Mu.

Yet an imposing mystic energy subsequently split the glint from the broadsword, as if tangibly cu