After repeated exchanges, Wu Yiqiu felt his own depletion and also recognized the peculiar nature of the strange weapon in Ghost Performer's hand. He understood that if this prolonged struggle continued, she would inevitably find an opening.
Making a prompt decision, Wu Yiqiu stepped forward to meet the Broken Blade Ghost Performer swung at him again, thrusting his spear straight toward the blade in her hand.
After their earlier series of clashes, he knew that Ghost Performer would not dare face his spear head-on again.
And that was precisely what he was exploiting—Ghost Performer's reluctance to engage directly.
Just as the spear was about to collide with the Broken Blade, Ghost Performer's broken knife indeed shifted aside.
Seizing the moment, the spiritual energy clinging to Wu Yiqiu's spear suddenly surged wildly toward the White Tassel hanging from its tip. The instant it broke through Ghost Performer's blade momentum, the dangling White Tassel burst apart under the infusion of spiritual energy. Countless fine white strands instantly swept over Ghost Performer's face, obscuring her vision.
And in that very instant, the sharp spearpoint pierced through the veil formed by the White Tassel and thrust straight at Ghost Performer.
"Despicable!"
Ghost Performer had not expected Wu Yiqiu to resort to such a shameless trick. Caught off guard, she had let him seize the initiative. With the spear already upon her, although she desperately withdrew her knife to block, she was ultimately still a step too slow.
The sharp spearhead plunged straight into her chest, tearing open a wound as blood splattered everywhere.
Had the broken knife not swung back in time to block it, that sneak attack alone might have been enough to make her unable to hold her blade again.
Seeing this, Kong Ru Fu cursed indignantly, "Wu Yiqiu, you old bastard!