Wu Qi clicked his tongue softly.
Qiangu Changkong, who usually joked around, had actually developed such a Soul Skill in private.
If the two of them sparred, Wu Qi would definitely be at a disadvantage against such a Soul Skill, though he might not necessarily lose the match.
Yufeng was nowhere near as vigilant as Wu Qi. Before getting hit, he had not taken any defensive measures.
As he crashed to the ground, his Third Soul Skill dissipated, leaving him like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
Qiangu Changkong would not pass up such a perfect chance for revenge. He swung up his Coiling Dragon Staff and gave Yufeng a brutal beating.
"I can see that the only hard thing about you is your mouth!"
Smack~
The Coiling Dragon Staff smashed into Yufeng's mouth. Qiangu Changkong feigned confusion. "Your mouth isn't hard either. Why would you say something like that?"
One strike to the legs, cutting off his ability to run; one strike to the mouth, denying him the chance to beg for mercy.
Power in every swing, precision in every flourish, warmth in every lift, attitude in every strike—those words described Qiangu Changkong perfectly at this moment.
After all, he had not activated a Soul Skill. The staff would not be fatal when it landed on someone, but it still hurt.
Unable to speak, Yufeng could only let out muffled whimpers of agony.
Qin Ming's expression darkened. In a flash, he entered the Martial Arts Arena and grabbed Qiangu Changkong's Coiling Dragon Staff.
"Enough. You've already won."
Who did Qin Ming think he was? Qiangu Changkong had no intention of giving him any face.
"His Highness the Crown Prince said that before an opponent admits defeat or dies, one must never let down one's guard. Otherwise, they may counterattack and