Zhao Zhen's martial arts followed a broad, forceful path. His divine strength was astonishing, and when he fought, his presence was extraordinary, often seizing the initiative before the first blow had even landed.
However, against the combination of Shanhua and Black Tiger, the threat of his style was greatly diminished. After no fewer than twenty or thirty exchanges, he had not found the slightest chance to defeat Shanhua. Instead, he was repeatedly forced into a frantic scramble.
First, Shanhua and her mount, Black Tiger, were linked heart and soul through the Beast Taming Arts, as though they were one body. Moreover, Black Tiger was a naturally gifted mutant beast with powerful bloodline, protected by Mystical Secret Techniques. A single roar shook mountains and rivers; its tiger's might struck fear into men's hearts. It could even command the winds, greatly reducing Zhao Zhen's threat.
Second, Shanhua's own martial arts were exceedingly refined. Under Mountain Lord's guidance, her foundation and reserves were incomparably solid and profound. Her techniques shifted unpredictably, and in coordination with Black Tiger, she could either lead the attack or take the defense, their roles perfectly ordered.
Though Zhao Zhen possessed richer combat experience, he still could not suppress Shanhua. His defeat was only a matter of time.
Of course, Lü Yue was not overly optimistic. He had not forgotten what his Young Master had written in his letter: these two possessed quite a few Trump Cards and deadly weapons and could not be taken lightly.
It was only because Lü Yue had long since taken everything in at a glance and made thorough preparations that the outcome of this battle was not yet uncertain.
Ma Tianyi could naturally see Zhao Zhen's predicament. He could not help cursing him as useless, while several more strands of worry rose in