"Whoosh!"
After kicking out, Zhao Linglong darted forward again, smashing her Immortal Silk-wrapped fist into Mo Jun's chest.
With a bang, this punch actually knocked Mo Jun flat on the ground.
The sight drew repeated cries of astonishment from the disciples watching at the sidelines.
Jiang Zhi, however, frowned and said:
"Wearing that Immortal Silk does increase Linglong's cultivation power, but her tendons and bones can't possibly withstand that strength. If she uses it too much, her tendons will snap and her bones will shatter!"
"Boom!"
Jiang Zhi desperately wanted to stop Zhao Linglong, but before her words had finished, Zhao Linglong had already wrapped the Red Immortal Silk around her entire body.
In an instant, the fluctuations of her aura surged.
Then, as though possessed, she began attacking Mo Jun relentlessly with her fists and feet.
At first, Mo Jun could still manage to block her blows, but as Zhao Linglong's strikes grew faster and faster and the Immortal Silk around her became increasingly troublesome, he was gradually forced entirely onto the defensive.
In the end, he was driven straight into a corner of the Stored Swords Grounds.
With a crack, Zhao Linglong kicked the sword from Mo Jun's hand, then slammed her fist heavily into his chest with a bang.
Under the tremendous impact, Zhao Linglong's punch sent Mo Jun straight off the Stored Swords Grounds.
Everything had happened far too quickly, and the elder serving as examiner had stopped Xu Taiping, so he only managed to rush onto the platform after Zhao Linglong had blasted Mo Jun off it.
Once on the platform, he saw Zhao Linglong lying facedown, vomiting mouthful after mouthful of blood.
"It hurts so much, Junior Brother."
Zhao Linglong looked at Xu Taiping, crying and laughing.
"Senior Sister, don't speak."
Xu Taiping pressed