Mingye tilted his head, and the dark golden light in his amber pupils slowly turned in a circle.
"You can't hit me."
Yue Qingli did not answer the call.
She turned her right hand to her side, and silvery white light condensed in her palm again.
This time she did not shoot out the light, but pressed the light ball in her palm towards the ground.
The moment the light group sank into the stone bricks, a layer of silvery-white moonlight patterns appeared on the ground of Arena.
The lines spread from her feet in all directions, like a carpet woven by moonlight covering the entire battlefield.
There are dense fragments of moonlight Principle flowing in the lines, and each fragment is continuously releasing silvery white light.
"Moonlight Ground Spikes."
She pressed her left hand lightly on her side, and the lines on the ground suddenly lit up to the extreme.
Hundreds of moonlight rays soared into the sky from the lines on the ground, like a thorn bush composed of moonlight piercing out from the ground.
Each light thorn is as thick as an arm, the tip of the thorn is as sharp as a blade, and the body of the thorn is covered with spiral moonlight patterns.
The light thorns pierced out extremely fast, and the entire ground turned into a silver-white forest of thorns in an instant.
Mingye lowered his head and glanced at the lines under his feet that were gushing out the moonlight.
The tip of his toes tapped the ground lightly just before the light struck, and his whole body floated up like a bloody leaf blown by the wind.
The moonlight rays passed by the soles of his feet, and he had already turned half a circle in mid-air. The corners of his blood-red robe drew a dark red arc in the air.
He had no point of strength in mid-air, but his whole body felt like he was stepping on invisible steps.
The left foot rose another half a foot with a slight step on Void, and the right foot followed suit and rose another half a foot.
"The density of the ground thorns is enough, but the gaps between the ground thorns are still too large."
He started commenting while stepping on the invisible steps in mid-air, and his tone was as relaxed as chatting casually during a walk.
"Look, the densest part of your ground thorns is in the middle of Arena, and they get sparser as you go outward."
"As long as I walk towards the edge, your ground thorn coverage will be reduced by half."
"Next time you can adjust the density of the ground thorns evenly, or add a circle of hidden thorns on the outermost edge, so that I have to eat a few even if I hide outside."
"Besides, your tricks are so boring."
"It's like a kid playing house."
Yue Qingli frowned.
She did concentrate the density of ground thorns in the center of Arena, because her intuition told her that the opponent would stand near the center. But
Mingye He took those few steps very quickly and moved from the center to the right edge.
But...
What this guy says is really irritating.
"You talk too much."
Yue Qingli put her hands together suddenly, and the moonlight patterns on the ground rearranged under her control.
The sparse lines on the periphery quickly gathered towards Mingye's feet, and dozens of new light thorns chased up from the soles of his feet.
Mingye stepped on Void with his right foot, and his body rose again by half a foot.
The thorns of light passed by the soles of his feet, and the tips of the thorns almost touched the soles of his shoes, but they were just avoided by his half-foot jump.
"The chase was pretty fast."
He laughed, stepped on another Void with his left foot, and moved his whole body three feet to the left.
The light thorn stabbed out diagonally in the direction he moved, and he moved another three feet to the right.
The thorn of light followed him to the right, then he went to the left, and the thorn of light went to the left again.
He moved left and right in mid-air seven or eight times, and the light thorn chased at his feet seven or eight times, and every time he missed it by a hair.
When he finally fell back to the ground, the sole of his foot happened to be in the gap between the two light thorns.
The gap was only half a foot wide. He stood with his feet one behind the other. The corners of his blood-red robe hung between the two thorns, and not even a piece of cloth was pierced.
He looked down at the light thorns under his feet, then looked up at Yue Qingli.
"There is a delay when your light spike chases me."
"When I move to the left, it will take a long, long time for your light thorn to catch up."
"If I double the speed of my lateral movement, your light stab will not be able to catch up with me at all."
"You have to shorten the reaction time of the light stab. It's best to predict my movement direction in advance."
"After all, your speed is still too slow."