After receiving her dad's guidance, Little Illusion performed a lazy donkey roll, dodging the opponent's follow-up palm strike. Then, facing the ceiling, she unleashed the Great Handprint.
Wang Wenzhao's face changed drastically. He immediately threw an Air-Splitting Fist, trying to disperse the Great Handprint.
But defense was always passive. Caught off guard, even with his quick reaction, he was still a step too late.
A glass chandelier on the ceiling took the blow head-on and shattered instantly.
Glass shards filled the air, glittering under the stage lights like an early winter snowfall.
Meanwhile, Wang Wenzhao looked as if he had taken a fierce punch to the chest. He collapsed to the ground in defeat.
"Hahaha, you can't do it anymore, can you?" Little Illusion said arrogantly.
Combined with her adult appearance, it made her seem especially eerie and bizarre.
"You... how did you know where my weak point was? Not even my master knows." Wang Wenzhao spat out several mouthfuls of blood and barely managed to force himself back to his feet.
But he swayed unsteadily, unable to throw even a single move.
The man before him was far too strange. He clearly had the body of an Ordinary Person, yet Wang Wenzhao's protective qi struck him as though it were sinking into water.
Anyone else who came close would have been killed by his blade-sharp protective qi.
How could they possibly use tricks like ear-pulling, throat-grabbing, or eye-gouging? "Hmph, hmph. Naturally, it was thanks to my peerless wisdom, keen eyesight, and careful observation!" Little Illusion shamelessly claimed Wenren Sheng's thoughts as her own.
"Sure enough, you must be connected to that strange fog. How laughable. Those people thought they could run wild after coming here, treating this place like some kind of game world." Wang Wenzhao shook his head