Wu Qi clicked his tongue softly.
Qian Gu Changkong, who usually joked around, had actually developed such a Spirit Skill in private.
If the two of them sparred, Wu Qi would definitely be at a disadvantage against such a Spirit Skill, though he might not necessarily lose the match.
Yu Feng was nowhere near as vigilant as Wu Qi. Before being hit, he had not taken any defensive measures.
As he crashed to the ground, his third spirit skill dispersed as well, leaving him like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
Qian Gu Changkong naturally would not pass up such a fine opportunity for revenge. He swung up his Coiling Dragon Staff and began mercilessly beating Yu Feng.
"Looking at you, the only hard thing about you is your mouth!"
Smack~
The Coiling Dragon Staff struck Yu Feng across the mouth. Qian Gu Changkong feigned confusion. "Your mouth isn't hard either. Why would you say something like that?"
One strike to the legs, cutting off his ability to run; one strike to the mouth, denying him the chance to beg for mercy.
Power in every swing, precision in every flourish, warmth in every lift, attitude in every strike—this was probably Qian Gu Changkong at this very moment.
After all, he had not activated any Spirit Skill. The staff strikes were not lethal, but they still hurt.
Unable to speak, Yu Feng could only let out muffled, whimpering cries.
Qin Ming's expression darkened. In a flash, he entered the training grounds and grabbed Qian Gu Changkong's Coiling Dragon Staff.
"Enough. You've already won."
Who did Qin Ming think he was? Qian Gu Changkong had no intention of giving him any face.
"The Crown Prince said that before an opponent admits defeat or dies, one must never let down one's guard. Otherwise, they