"I really did underestimate this woman."
After several exchanges.
Jiang Qiao was also somewhat surprised.
There were not many people who could keep up with his rhythm in close combat. Once he closed in, they were basically suppressed.
Unless they were stronger than him.
Otherwise, few opponents of the same rank could resist.
Ultimately.
Most of the experts in the Supernatural Circle relied on supernatural means to fight, and very few studied close-quarters combat. Using supernatural power to enhance hand-to-hand fighting seemed inexplicable to some people.
That was why most people, like the Bamboo Pole Man just now, could not withstand more than a few of Jiang Qiao's punches and kicks.
But this woman was different.
Although she also relied on some method to enhance her close-combat abilities, generally speaking, the fact that she could fight Jiang Qiao back and forth in the short term without falling behind was indeed unexpected.
"Not bad."
"Sacrificing flesh and blood to psych yourself up can even increase your attack power."
"Buff?"
"War drums?"
Jiang Qiao did not respond to the woman's roar.
He merely watched as her body changed from robust to emaciated, nearly matching the man from earlier. Yet her aura kept rising step by step, giving her the bearing of one who would rival the heavens. He could not help marveling inwardly.
"Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The woman had no idea what Jiang Qiao was thinking. Seeing his movements slow, she assumed she had gained the upper hand.
Her confidence surged.
Her earlier timid attitude, in which she had felt herself a notch weaker than Jiang Qiao, had long since been cast aside. Now, the more she fought, the braver she became. Green baleful energy surged around her, manifesting into hideous ghost faces that circled her.
"Whoosh!"
The wooden club carved