Mei Chaofeng had tried to drag someone over, only to be dragged flying herself. The sudden turn of events left her deeply shaken.
She followed the path of external martial arts and specialized in hardened body techniques. Her hand techniques were even more formidable; with a casual grab, she could easily pierce a skull.
Though gaunt in figure, her arm strength was immense. Tossing around burly men weighing one or two hundred jin like scarecrows was no difficult feat for her.
Yet such strength had actually failed to overcome a youth whose voice sounded so young?
Shocked, Mei Chaofeng did not dare be careless. Having just been dragged before Lu Chen, her feet had yet to touch the ground when her left claw—the Nine Yin White Bone Claw—shot out. Her five fingers were like five iron awls, stabbing straight for Lu Chen's forehead.
Lu Chen's heavy sword was entangled by the White Python Whip. Although Mei Chaofeng had been dragged over, she had not released the whip. As her left hand clawed out, her right still gripped the White Python Whip tightly, trying to wrench his heavy sword away.
Lu Chen likewise did not release his sword. One hand gripped its hilt as he wrestled against Mei Chaofeng, while his other hand formed a sword with two fingers. His index and middle fingers met the Nine Yin White Bone Claw point for point, needle against wheat awn.
Clap clap clap clap clap...
Lu Chen's sword fingers moved so swiftly they left afterimages, flicking, picking, and stabbing in succession, whistling force winds trailing behind them. Amid a dense series of crisp collisions, their fingers and claws clashed several times in rapid succession. Suddenly, Mei Chaofeng's claw trembled. She gave a muffled grunt, and a flicker of pain appeared on her face.