"Could he really go that far?" Sibigail was genuinely surprised by Pitman's performance.
Ever since mastering the lightning element, she had fought countless people and beasts, including her own father and several Elementalists. Of course, the opponent she knew best was Emma Swei.
No matter whom she fought, she always managed to gain some advantage during their exchanges. Even when she ultimately lost, it was because the gap between her strength and her opponent's was simply too great. Even then, she still gained the upper hand at certain points.
Yet in these ten exchanges with Pitman, she found that she had gained no advantage over him at all.
To the crowd outside the temple, Sibigail had been attacking the whole time, while Pitman had only dodged and evaded. That gave them every reason to believe she had the upper hand.
But that was not the truth. In the eyes of Zeng Mu and the few others who understood combat, Pitman was the one with the advantage. He had dictated nine of those ten exchanges, constantly drawing Sibigail into the rhythm he had established, which caused her to expend elemental power far faster than he did.
Neither had been injured so far, but with his exceptional perception, Zeng Mu could sense that the elemental mark on Sibigail's forehead was a shade dimmer than Pitman's. This reflected their remaining reserves of elemental power, a subtle difference outsiders could not discern.
"It's hard to believe a fight could play out like this," Zeng Mu murmured, thinking of Tai Chi Yin-Yang.
Indeed, had their earlier battle not been the perfect expression of Tai Chi Yin-Yang?
Sibigail, wielding Thunder Power, represented pure yang, while Pitman, wielding the power of plants, represented pure yin. The two met and revolved, yin within yang and yang within yin,