A Marriage Proposal for Ye Qingyao (Second update, please keep reading)

This time was completely different from their earlier sparring.

Ye Qingyao was no longer the senior sister serving as a practice partner. Her aura changed abruptly, and an invisible yet biting wave of energy exploded from within her, surging down her slender arms and into the Eight-Cutting Knives.

This was martial force, the hallmark unique to martial cultivators.

"Take this!"

With a sharp cry, her twin knives flashed like lightning, slicing through the air with piercing whistles.

In Knife-Clasping Hand-Wrestling, everything revolved around danger.

The Eight-Cutting Knives danced within inches of their bodies, sweeping over wrists or brushing past the great arteries in their necks. A fraction off course, and blood would splash across the ground.

Martial arts were techniques for killing, not performing. That iron law of martial cultivators was demonstrated to its fullest in this moment.

Facing this fierce assault, Ma Teng relied on his Overlord Body for protection, trying to force his way through Ye Qingyao's defenses and drive straight down her centerline.

His knives moved like spears, their sweeping strokes carrying the might to cleave mountains and split stone.

"Open up!"

The muscles in Ma Teng's arms bulged as he thrust both knives outward, attempting to wrench Ye Qingyao's arms apart with brute strength before delivering a killing blow.

Yet what happened next filled him with horror.

Ye Qingyao's arms seemed boneless. Following the direction of his force, they turned and wound around it, effortlessly dissolving his attack.

This was Listening Force, a component of Wing Chun Force derived from Wing Chun Listening Bridge.

With her transcendent mastery of Listening Force, Ye Qingyao not only sensed the flow of Ma Teng's strength with perfect clarity, but also produced the ideal response in an instant.

You were hard; I was soft.

You advanced; I retreated.

*The moment