Everyone from Qilin Martial Hall was silent.
Even the nosy onlookers who had come to watch were intimidated by Zhang Ping's move.
Showing off! Zhang Ping was absolutely showing off.
A bloodflame whip was something many elemental Awakened could imitate and create.
But splitting the whip again and again into countless threads as fine as hairs placed an extreme demand on an Awakened's control over their ability.
Wu Tian was likewise stunned by Zhang Ping's move. Although he looked miserable, he was actually doing alright.
Qilin Fist was upright and balanced, equally capable in attack and defense.
Though he had no way to evade so many of Zhang Ping's bloodflame whips, every time a whip struck him, he did his best to redirect the force and minimize the damage.
It had to be said that his own ability was highly compatible with Qilin Fist, so Zhang Ping had not even realized that his injuries were actually minor.
His ability was called "Distance Magic." It could forcibly eliminate a section of distance, and others were unable to notice it.
For example, if Zhang Ping stood a meter away from him, he could ignore that meter and attack Zhang Ping directly across the distance.
Others could not see that the distance had been erased. They would only find it strange that his fist could injure a target from afar.
Therefore, every time he was hit, he secretly guided the force into the ground. He himself endured at most thirty percent of the damage.
Although Zhang Ping was unhappy that the martial hall people had tried to fob him off, he was not truly angry. He had even enjoyed fighting Wu Tian.
Seeing that Wu Tian was already covered in wounds, he stopped and smiled. "Now... have you recognized reality?"
"Again!" Wu Tian