Alex Nan held the spear in his hand, his blood boiling.
Mo was holding the knife handle and was also sweating profusely.
They had fought back and forth for several rounds, but surprisingly, there was no winner.
Although this was just simple close combat training without the use of various spiritual powers, Alex Nan's progress at this time was enough to surprise Mo.
"You have improved a lot. Even in terms of martial arts skills, you are no longer inferior to me."
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