Huang Zixuan's side had evidently exchanged some words, and soon after, Huang Zixuan had climbed onto the arena.
She was wearing a close-fitting tank top, with a modestly full chest, but clearly not very well-developed. However, Huang Zixuan's skin was excellent, and she was also cute, with a tiny aquiline nose paired with large eyes. Coupled with the tight tank top and shorts she was currently wearing, she had a unique beauty.
Her opponent was also a woman, yet obviously much more mature than Huang Zixuan. Dressed in energetic attire, her fuller figure was completely wrapped up, but it was just a bit too enchanting. It made people not quite fond of her. Standing together, it was clear—one looked like a streetwalker, while the other a pure little sister. Given a choice, even a blind man would have made his pick.
Huang Zixuan's opponent was nearly half a head taller than her. Chu Feng didn't know what had caused their feud, but he had never seen two women boxing before.
