"Once you two get on stage, don't be in a rush to take out your opponents," Ying Chanru said. "I hate their pretty faces. They like to send vase-like figures into the fights, right? When you get on stage, I want you to tear their clothes first thing!"
"..." Fang Cheng and Qiu Yuyan fell silent. Their feigned strength was only around Second Rank. But in reality, both had combat records comparable to Grade Three Reinforced Humans. This act was just to lull their opponents.
"With your speed, they won't even be able to dodge. One move is enough," Ying Chanru said, a malicious smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"What if they surrender as soon as they get on stage?" Fang Cheng asked.
"Then make it so they can't even speak," Ying Chanru replied.
"Interesting," a dark smile finally crept onto Fang Cheng's face.
Nobody knew that their previous performances in the arena had all concealed their true agility and speed.