Interest

One leg was still trapped under Han Xiao's arm, and the skin was plastered to the cold Mechanical suit.

Ames tilted her head.

"Please let go of my leg."

Han Xiao released his hold and retreated a little bit, allowing Ames to retract her long, snowy legs into her black dress.

After sizing up Ames's dress that was badly damaged in the battle, Han Xiao raised his palm, and nanoparticles flowed out, turning into a material that filled in the torn places of the fabric.

Kacha!

Ames used her Force Field to pull herself out from the meteoroid before dusting herself and stretching. Knocking into numerous meteoroids had given her quite a few bruises.

"Quite painful." Ames rubbed her slim waist and frowned. "Forget it, I suggested this spar. I was asking for it."

"I already stayed my hand." Han Xiao shrugged.

"Oh, indeed, you're now stronger than me."

Ames sighed, but her expression looked calm, as though she had expected this.