Luo Bingxin was brimming with confidence.
She felt that even if Lin Yi saw through her inner thoughts, it did not matter.
No matter what, the effects of the [Myriad Forms Backlash Set] were right there. As long as Lin Yi dared launch any attack, he would have to pay a considerable price for making a move.
She was certain that Lin Yi did not have the nerve.
Yet the confident smile on Lin Yi's face made her feel somewhat uneasy.
She truly could not figure out what he was planning. Could it be that he intended to trade blood for blood and put on a show of mutual destruction?
That should not be the case. Whether in health or recovery speed, the Dragon Clan surpassed ordinary humans by countless times. If Lin Yi truly did that, how would it be any different from courting death?
One had to know that once the Winged Dragon Set reached its maximum enhancement level, its additional attributes were far more than a minor amplification. Its already exceptional stats became extraordinarily impressive.
It was only natural that she could not figure it out.
The gap between Luo Bingxin and Lin Yi was not merely a difference in strength.
Their understanding of battle was on entirely different levels.
Luo Bingxin would consider the difference in strength between herself and her enemy, and how much chance she had of winning if she fought head-on.
Lin Yi, however, thought in the complete opposite way.
When facing Luo Bingxin, what Lin Yi wanted was not a simple victory, but how to make the woman before him pay the price she deserved.
Crack, crack, crack—
As the corners of Lin Yi's lips rose, a series of crisp cracking sounds rang out.
Luo Bingxin, who had charged at Lin Yi