The two of them were already familiar with the routine. Without wasting words, they both closed in and attacked, meeting palms without hesitation in their very first move.
Sanbao trusted in the immense power of the Nine-Fold Claw. Even though his opponent wore Spirit Weapon gloves, he remained utterly unafraid.
With a bang.
Sanbao staggered back five or six steps before barely managing to steady himself. A sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a streak of blood.
"Impossible."
Sanbao was greatly shocked. They had not seen each other for only a few days, yet her cultivation had suddenly surged. She was now at least above a four-star Spirit General, while Sanbao was merely at one star. After such a direct clash, how could he possibly endure it?
Having succeeded in one move, Lei Yun revealed a sly grin. Without giving Sanbao time to regulate his breathing and recover, she launched a storm of attacks at him.
After suffering once, how could Sanbao dare receive her attacks head-on again? He could only rely on his movement technique to dodge desperately. Yet after Lei Yun's strength had skyrocketed, her footwork had also become far more formidable. With a Spirit Weapon in hand and armor on her body, she battered Sanbao into a miserable state, leaving him only a step short of crying for his father and mother. In less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, he was bleeding from several places.
"Breast-Grabbing Hand~"
Left with no choice, Sanbao shamelessly reached for the towering swell of Lei Yun's chest, hoping to force her back and win himself a moment to catch his breath.
Who would have thought Lei Yun was even faster? She crouched, swept out with her jade-like leg, and with a puff,