Chapter 573

Upon hearing this, Griseo,

her face filled with curiosity and anticipation,

placed her hands together on her chest:

"That's right, that's right!

How could he possibly defeat Big Sister Durandal?

Big Sister is our pride,

her strength is obvious to all."

Pardofelis giggled and joined the discussion:

"Hehe, the ending is already a certainty,

let's just wait and see how he cries in the end,

and how he loses all face in front of Big Sister Durandal."

Mobius leaned lazily on her chair,

as if she had no interest in this duel:

"Crying isn't necessarily going to happen,

but losing face is definitely unavoidable.

After all,

he is challenging Durandal,

which is not something any Tom, Dick, or Harry can compare to."

Elysia sat with her legs crossed, smiling,

her eyes flashing with playful and expectant light,

she gently shook the wine glass in her hand,

as if watching a wonderful drama:

"Hmm, I'm looking forward to this good show more and more.

I wonder if this challenger can bring some surprises to Durandal,

or

will he simply become another stepping stone for her?"

Under the expectant and curious gaze of the audience,

the content in the light screen continued to unfold,

and the duel between the challenger and Durandal was about to be staged.

Facing the challenger in front of her,

Durandal's eyes were firm,

her face cold,

and she had already made a decision in her heart:

It was time to teach him a profound lesson,

and let him understand what true strength and the gap really are.

So, under the expectant gaze of the audience, the match content continued to be wonderfully staged.

Durandal's eyes were sharp,

staring intently at the man in front of her,

having secretly decided to teach him a profound lesson,

and let him understand what true strength is.

With the referee's order,

"The match begins!!!"

Durandal instantly increased her strength,

her hands gripping Shelby's wrist tightly like a copper wall and iron fortress.

At this moment, Shelby

only felt his hands being firmly clamped by a powerful force,

as if bound by invisible shackles,

"This… what is going on!"

He widened his eyes in shock,

trying to break free but in vain.

"Wait… my hand!!"

Shelby's other hand pressed against the table in a panic,

but he couldn't exert any strength at all,

and could only watch his wrist

gradually lose any room for resistance in Durandal's hand.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

As the pain intensified,

Shelby wailed in pain,

his face full of distortion and unwillingness.

And Durandal was indifferent,

easily letting go of her hand,

and asked calmly:

"Are you willing to admit defeat this time?"

Shelby shook his almost numb hand in pain,

and pointed angrily at the young girl in front of him,

"You… you, you!

What kind of dirty tricks did you use, you little brat…

Hiss! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts me to death!"

His words were filled with unwillingness and anger.

Durandal said expressionlessly:

"If your skills are inferior to others,

you should admit defeat openly.

Working hard to catch up later

is nothing to be ashamed of."

Upon hearing this, Shelby was even more furious,

and shouted loudly,

his voice almost piercing the entire venue,

"Don't get cocky,

it's just that your hand strength is a bit greater,

what's so great about that.

Old Man Jin! Where is Old Man Jin!

Your martial arts gym's student hurt someone,

if you don't come out and give an explanation,

I won't be finished with you!"

Durandal shook her head helplessly,

her tone revealing a hint of mockery:

"Don't try to renege,

weren't you the one who just said an arm would be able to walk on the ground in ten days or half a month?

Or are you planning to use the excuse that the child is small to not honor the bet?"

Hearing this,