The Campus Belle Is in Trouble? I Teach Her Cyber Immortal Cultivation

“Th-this isn’t my hand?” She froze, her eyes as bewildered as a newborn’s.

“Oh, she’s come around,” Eris sneered. “Wait, here comes the best part.”

“Smack!”

A loud slap landed on Xiao Mo’s face, its force amplified by metal. Xiao Mo was sent flipping backward through the air, blood spraying from his nose. He hit the ground and rolled twice.

“Told you her sync rate was high,” Eris teased. “Thirty percent synchronization, and one slap knocks you flat. Seems reasonable.”