I’m Not Going to Joke Around Anymore!

Xiao Qixiu raised his right hand above his head, signaling that the two of them could now get into position. 

Xu Xiaoshou calmly returned the small bronze furnace to Mo Mo before putting a significant distance between the both of them.

"Aren't you a close-range fighter?"

Mo Mo looked baffled as she watched Xu Xiaoshou retreat to the edge of the arena. 

She pointed to herself. "So am I," she said, implying that they could engage in close-range combat. 

Xu Xiaoshou laughed weakly. Close-range combat?

Was she joking?

He pulled out his sheath and shoved Hiding Pain into it. Then, after some thought, he unsheathed his sword. "Actually, I'm a swordsman."

Mo Mo was silent. 

"You're an Innate-stage fighter, and an incredibly powerful one at that. Why don't you let me go first and have a few stabs at you?" Xu Xiaoshou asked unabashedly.