After fighting for several minutes, Huo Hai had already seen through Qin Ying's patterns. Her attacks were actually very simple; all she had was speed. Speed alone could defeat all things-Huo Hai understood that principle.
But if one's speed could not completely surpass the enemy's, that saying had no practical value. This kind of close combat was actually the most economical way to fight in terms of spiritual energy, allowing someone to last a long time without exhausting their reserves. People in the Southern Region seemed to develop in this direction, with few pursuing other styles.
Yet this also had a drawback: it lacked powerful offensive force. Those special combat techniques that unleashed a vast amount of spiritual energy all at once might not seem to require much skill, but their power was immense.
Huo Hai was certain that without special measures, most people in the Southern Region would be helpless against anyone whose defense exceeded their attack power. Fortunately, attacks with blades and swords were naturally very powerful.
"Are you still refusing to concede?" Having seen through all her patterns and confirmed that she had no new attack techniques, Huo Hai spoke quickly while blocking her blows. But Qin Ying was now completely immersed in the rhythm of her own attacks and ignored him entirely. "If you won't answer, then I won't hold back." Huo Hai knew he had no choice but to act.
Qin Ying still showed no intention of answering. Huo Hai narrowed his eyes, and his movements abruptly accelerated. The change caught Qin Ying completely off guard. With a swift thrust of each hand, he released two streaks of Sword Qi that struck her arms lightly.
Moreover, Huo Hai had struck precisely at her joints, where there was no armor to protect her. Neither blow was