433 Three Minutes

After returning to the car, Zhao Yu took out a tissue to wipe the blood from his nose.

Miao Ying taunted Zhao Yu, "I told you to practice regularly. You would not listen to me. Look at what you just did to handle them? You either threw them off or thrust at them. If you had encountered a martial arts expert, you would be done for!"

"Go, go…" Zhao Yu replied with a nonchalant attitude. "Are you not able to tell at all? I was helping you with your psychological counseling, to ease your mental block. If I were to take them all down, how would you get any chance to strike at all?"