The area around them was now filled with Weng Ting's battle-body power—the power of silver moonlight and shadows.
And this power happened to allow Sikong Jing to bring the Shadow Moon Step into perfect play, making it even harder for Weng Ting to catch sight of him.
Weng Ting raised a brow at that, then nodded and replied, "Interesting. But saying your movement technique counters my battle-body power is a bit of an exaggeration. My battle body isn't as simple as you think."
As soon as she finished, Weng Ting slowly closed her eyes and cried, "Then can you catch my phantom?"
In an instant, a Silver Moon Phantom-like clone shot out and pounced toward the area where she had located Sikong Jing. The next moment, clang clang clang rang out as Sikong Jing appeared and exchanged blows with the Silver Moon Phantom.
Clearly, Sikong Jing had been caught, yet he had not been defeated outright as Weng Ting had expected.
Sikong Jing drew his sword and immediately launched into a fierce battle with Weng Ting's Silver Moon Phantom.
Because the distance between them had increased somewhat, Weng Ting's Silver Moon Phantom clone was not as terrifying as it had been at close range.
Pfft...
Suddenly, Sikong Jing's sword pierced straight through the Silver Moon Phantom.
Then his figure vanished. When he reappeared, he was already behind Weng Ting, his sword flashing out...
A flicker of surprise passed through Weng Ting's eyes before she spun and lashed out with a backward kick, colliding with Sikong Jing's sword light behind her.
With a hum, waves of true-energy aftershocks burst forth once more.
Yet Sikong Jing's body merged into the moonlight of Weng Ting's battle body again, and he did not take the force of her snapping kick.
In other words, Sikong