Blades clashed again and again, ringing out with crisp metallic chimes as sparks flew from the collisions.
Bang!
Su Xiao used the end of his knife's hilt to smash into the spine of Haomei's sword as she raised it to block.
After taking that heavy, blunt blow, Haomei first felt both arms go numb. A force pierced into her chest, making her breath catch as the air choked inside her lungs. She did not think this was a coincidence. Her enemy had seized the moment and figured out the rhythm of her breathing.
After a thunderous boom, Haomei crashed backward into a crater, landing on her back as flecks of blood sprayed from her mouth.
Just as Haomei was about to force herself upright regardless of what her body could endure, a black shadow descended from above.
Boom!
Su Xiao's left fist, wrapped in a layer of crystal, slammed into Haomei's lower abdomen. Crystal fragments flew everywhere. Haomei, already lying on her back in the crater, curled up as an impact spread outward and dust billowed into the air.
Even inside the much larger crater, Haomei still refused to give up. After all, she was a technique user. As long as there was still a chance to fight, there was still a chance to turn things around. The strength of technique users lay in their razor-sharp attacks: if an enemy showed the slightest carelessness, they could lose their head, allowing for an ultimate comeback against the odds.
Climbing out of the crater, Haomei sat amid the smoke and dust, gripping her sword tightly. Her thought was: As soon as the enemy appears, I'll have a chance to turn this around.
A spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared in front of Haomei. Sensing it, Haomei felt indescribably frustrated. They were both technique users,