Today's third update: Chapter 3683! 3/4!
Every instant, she had to contend with a fierce palm strike from the front, a tricky claw attack from the side, a sinister finger blast from behind, or even a wing blade descending from overhead!
The eight men's attack rhythms interwove and overlapped, leaving virtually no true "gaps."
Throughout this prolonged battle, the Eight Sons of Flowing Clouds had already used their trump cards, their on-the-spot adaptations, and the countless variations in teamwork they had honed together over and over again, all in an attempt to find a flaw in Xu Caiyi's defenses or exhaust her strength.
Yet what sent chills through the hearts of all the spectators—especially the Winged Race higher-ups—was that under such intense, dense, ever-changing attacks, Xu Caiyi's moves seemed inexhaustible. She never repeated herself or relied on old tricks, while the flow of energy around her remained like an ancient well in a deep pool. Ripples rose, yet there was never any sign of decline!
Even more terrifying was that as the battle continued, she seemed to have gradually grasped certain operating patterns of the Eight Sons of Flowing Clouds' joint battle formation, as well as each individual's habits when attacking.
She had gone from initially reacting to every move, to later predicting and intercepting them, and now she could occasionally launch several exquisite counterattacks, forcing one of the Eight Sons to hastily change moves and even throwing their formation into momentary disorder!
"Endless transformations, inexhaustible techniques... learning in battle, applying pressure in reverse... This woman's comprehension and adaptability in combat are simply horrifying!"
An elder of the Winged Race sucked in a cold breath and muttered, "What does she rely on? The Eight Sons of Flowing Clouds achieved such nearly perfect complementarity and coordination only through decades of