Jiumozhi's eyes instantly widened like brass bells. The other man's footwork had been truly bizarre. His sure-kill strike had just missed, yet this woman had subdued him with casual ease. That sweeping sleeve technique seemed capable of striking acupoints from afar, several levels more profound than his Crane Controlling Skill. But that was not the crucial part. What truly humbled him was her grasp of timing. He knew that against such superb lightness skill, he could never have been as precise as she was.
Jiumozhi had assumed Tianshan Tonglao was merely a senior martial arts expert and had never taken this delicate-looking woman seriously. He had not expected that the martial arts revealed in her casual strike just now would seemingly surpass his in every way—though he was selling himself short. He did not know that Li Qiushui had immersed herself in Lingbo Weibu for decades and was intimately familiar with every variation within it, which was why she had so effortlessly stopped him.
All of a sudden, Jiumozhi was somewhat envious of Song Qingshu. It was already outrageous enough that he was always surrounded by stunning beauties, but every one of them possessed martial arts so astonishing that they could shake the world. What were other men supposed to do? Fortunately, this humble monk had already left the secular world and need not worry about such troubles...
While Jiumozhi was stunned, Li Qiushui's shock was no less than his. Earlier, when she had seen him lose to Tiao Lao, who had only used seventy or eighty percent of her strength, she had looked down on him somewhat. Especially after realizing that his so-called Seventy-two Ultimate Skills were actually driven by the Minor Formless Skill—and that his Minor Formless Skill was clearly incomplete—she had thought that he would only be