Lei Nü's expression beneath her mask was calm, her eyes resolute. She raised her hand and struck toward Bu Kong as well, once again using her Punishment Secret Art.
Bu Kong's expression changed. The palm he had brought down abruptly veered off course and slammed into empty space.
At the last moment, Lei Nü also refrained from using her secret art, and the two drew apart.
"You want to fight me to the death?" Bu Kong asked, looking at Lei Nü with interest.
Lei Nü's gaze was cold. "So what if I do?"
Bu Kong chuckled. "Woman, you've forgotten that what you use is a secret art. A secret art can't be used endlessly. How many of my attacks can your body withstand? If you use your secret art to counter this attack, the next one will only hit harder."
Lei Nü fell silent. It was the truth. Whether she faced Bu Kong or Xia Jiuyou, her weakness was too obvious: she lacked effective ways to attack. Though Wuxin Bei Qiu was a difficult battle technique to counter, its offensive power wasn't particularly strong.
As the Glory Hall's Second Law Child, she had devoted most of her energy to mastering secret arts. That was precisely why she could easily surpass Shu Jing and all the elite geniuses in the Glory Hall. But if someone could withstand her secret arts, her advantage would vanish completely.
"Looks like you really think you can rely on your secret arts to fight me. You have good talent, plenty of secret arts, and an uncounterable battle technique. If you hadn't run into me, you could've fought anyone else on equal terms. What a pity." Bu Kong sneered. "You want to use your secret arts to take me head-on? You won't get the chance. Do you