Wu Feng sneered, a trace of disdain in her voice. "If I can't even touch you when you aren't doing anything, I might as well stop being a Soul Master!"
Tian Chen smiled faintly, a glint of cunning flashing through his eyes. "If I lose, I have to give up on Ning Tian. What happens if you lose?"
Wu Feng's expression shifted slightly, but her confidence soon returned. She snorted. "If I still can't touch you when you aren't moving, forget Ning Tian-I'd even throw myself at you!"
Tian Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, inwardly delighted. Holy shit, there's actually an offer this good!
The corners of his mouth curled into a strange smile. "Fine. Let's see whether you have what it takes."
Seeing Tian Chen agree, Wu Feng secretly congratulated herself.
She had always been confident in the power of her Red Dragon Martial Soul. If Tian Chen really did nothing, she would surely be able to touch him with ease.
She quickly steadied her breathing, and the Soul Power throughout her body began to gather slowly. A faint red glow radiated from her.
"Tian Chen, you really are strong, but you're also full of yourself!" Wu Feng growled. Her curvaceous body suddenly sprang forward, pouncing on Tian Chen like a hunting leopard.
Her hands traced graceful arcs through the air, heading straight for Tian Chen.
Tian Chen opened his eyes slightly. His pupils changed in an instant, their original round shape narrowing into vertical slits, sharp and cold as a divine dragon's.
Wu Feng was wholly focused on lunging at Tian Chen. Her movements were swift and powerful, her hands wreathed in the red glow of Soul Power as they drove toward his chest like two sharp blades.
Yet just as her hands were about to touch Tian