Clang!
The metal gauntlet collided with the blade again and again, and the Dancer with swift blades perfectly displayed her graceful form.
The blade was dancing.
The woman's attacks had no fixed form—or rather, she was constantly flowing every moment.
The Golden Sand of the past had become Liquid Gold, unleashing an endless barrage of attacks like mercury spilling across the ground.
Kicks, punches, shoulder rams. But the most dangerous thing was always that beautiful hair which had unknowingly extended to his feet.
If she had once been nothing more than a young rabbit, the woman now was a savage dragon.
Clang!
Another collision, and Lu PingAn was stirred into action once more.
He realized that besides "change," Hua Xueyi's most impossible-to-counter trait was "speed." Normal muscular exertion worked like a spring; no matter how often one changed direction, there would be a clear trajectory. But Hua Xueyi truly had no such limitation.
Her outright speed was fast, but her speed in changing direction and adjusting mid-course was even more absurd.
Lu PingAn even suspected that she had at least a dozen "eyes" on her body. Otherwise, there was no reason for her perception and bodily control to reach this level.
"Roses may be beautiful, but they have thorns."
The Metal Gauntlet on Lu PingAn's hand had already been pierced through, with Golden Needles boring holes into it.
". . . And they're poisonous."
Pulling out the tiny thorns, Lu PingAn could feel obvious corrosion on the other side of his skin. Some force was eroding his flesh and blood.
Anything that could make Lu PingAn feel such distinct pain was probably no ordinary ability.
Across from him, Hua Xueyi was somewhat dissatisfied. She had already gotten serious, while her opponent was still acting so casually.
She looked at him,