Qing Xiaoran took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her blood.
She exchanged a glance with Iron Buddha, fierce resolve burning in both their eyes.
"Go!"
Iron Buddha growled. This time, he no longer charged recklessly in a straight line. Instead, he shifted into position opposite Qing Xiaoran, and they closed in on Qi Wu from both sides!
His injuries made his movements somewhat stiff, but every step still carried an imposing force.
Qing Xiaoran used her footwork to circle Qi Wu at high speed. Her enormous iron fan whipped up fierce wind pressure, but she did not rush to attack. Instead, she kept stirring up turbulent air currents, trying to disrupt Qi Wu's perception.
They no longer sought to succeed with a single strike. Instead, they applied relentless pressure, forcing Qi Wu to react and draining his energy.
More importantly, they were buying Su Yuechen more time to charge her attack-and searching for that sliver of an opening that might exist!
Qi Wu remained where he stood, seemingly bored by their coordinated assault.
He only occasionally turned sideways or raised a hand in a token block. That invisible barrier of stillness was an utterly dependable bulwark, easily stopping the gusts from Iron Buddha's punches and the wind blades from Qing Xiaoran's fan.
"Boring," he remarked flatly.
The instant his words fell-
A sharp gleam flashed in Iron Buddha's eyes. Seizing the moment when Qi Wu seemed to let his guard slip after defending for so long, he poured every last scrap of strength into his right fist. With a burst of speed far beyond anything he had shown before, he hurled a punch at Qi Wu!
The punch came without warning, swift and vicious!
Almost simultaneously, Qing Xiaoran's constantly moving figure abruptly solidified behind Qi Wu on his