"Huff, huff..."
In the training field, Leng Yuexi panted heavily, her ample chest heaving violently with every breath.
Logically speaking, as a Seventh-Order Grandmaster, she should not have been this exhausted.
But Xu Jingming's oppressive aura was simply too intimidating, and his physique was exceptionally powerful.
Every one of her sword strikes was either directly evaded by Xu Jingming—
—or blocked with his spear.
The recoil left both her hands numb, yet Xu Jingming, standing opposite her, was completely unaffected!
"Do you want to continue?"
Whoosh—
Xu Jingming withdrew the Molten Obsidian Spear wrapped in Golden Lightning and asked with a smile.
The intensity of that battle had only counted as a warm-up.
Still, purely in terms of combat technique, Leng Yuexi was among the better opponents he had encountered.
"No more. I can't beat you."
Having recovered somewhat, Leng Yuexi lightly bit her red lip and said with a faintly aggrieved tone, "You said you'd crush me with one hand, and you really didn't use your other hand even once the entire time."
"I'm a man of my word." Xu Jingming smiled.
In truth, if he fully unleashed the Du Tian Divine Lightning—
he would not even need one hand. A barrage of long-range spells alone would be enough to defeat Leng Yuexi.
"But the stronger you are, the better it is for us."
Leng Yuexi let out a soft breath, a strange light glimmering in her beautiful eyes. "There are five matches in total. It looks like your match is as good as won."
Sizzle—
Purple flames rose up, instantly drying Leng Yuexi's skin, which had become slightly damp with sweat.
"Huff, that's much better."
"Fighting you made me sweat more than a sauna ever could."
Leng Yuexi lazily stretched and continued, "So you're heading back to the