With this punch came a gust of wind. Before the fist even arrived, it had already blown Mo Xian's hair across her forehead, making its approach significantly more fierce than the last one.
If this punch were to land solidly on her face, it would undoubtedly leave her bruised and battered, with her mouth twisted and eyes askew.
Mo Xian held the copper basin in both hands, shielding it in front of her.
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