"Fine, let's do it. You think I'm scared of you?" Wang Dong sneered arrogantly. A Tool Spirit couldn't fly, so she had a firm advantage in the air. Could that Bun Head possibly fly up and fight her?
"The loser has to do whatever the winner says and clean for an entire semester," An Wen said.
"Then have you gotten ready to do the cleaning?" Wang Dong scoffed.
Mu En watched the scene with interest. Although Shrek Academy did not encourage students to fight privately in the dormitory area, he had no intention of stopping them.
With a Limit Douluo present, nothing could possibly go wrong.
"You should get ready first!" An Wen shouted sharply.
Her right hand holding the spear suddenly thrust forward, and the pitch-black spear shot from her loosely clenched grip.
Then An Wen exerted force through her waist, pivoted on her left foot, spun around, and raised her right leg high, kicking directly against the butt of the spear.
The tip of the Nether Extremity Spear gleamed coldly like a venomous serpent's kiss of death as it shot straight at Wang Dong.
The terrifying sharpness bore down on her. Naturally, Wang Dong was not stupid enough to wait for the spear to reach her. Her wings flapped behind her, and she drifted lightly aside like a fallen leaf dancing in the air.
Unexpectedly, after kicking out that blow, An Wen spun down. Before she had even steadied herself, her right foot struck the ground again, launching her straight up from the ground. The tip of her left foot landed on the spear shaft, borrowing force in an uncanny fashion as she leaped once more toward Wang Dong in the air.
At the same time, her right toes stretched taut and hooked backward. No one knew where