He pointed angrily at Ma Xiaoling, "Is this the big move you mentioned?"
Ma Xiaoling shrugged, "What else? Do you expect me to yell 'Divine Roar Meteor Fist' like in those fantasy drama series before launching a bunch of missiles at you? Do you think this is life-or-death or an opera? Doesn't that feel awkward?"
Ren Zhong was speechless for a moment, then awkwardly said, "Didn't we agree on real combat? But holding me up from the front and launching missiles from behind, what do you call that?"
Ma Xiaoling shrugged again, "Are you stupid? If it's real combat, then the primary task is to find an easier way to kill you. I'll use all the tactics I have, isn't that the right thing to do? How naive are you city folk?"
Ren Zhong was at a loss for words.
He never thought he would be mocked by Ma Xiaoling for being naive.
It's mostly his own fault, if the opponent had been Lin Wang, a real schemer, he wouldn't have fallen for it so easily.
