"Thud! Thud!"
In a single instant, the Insect Glaive in Chen Ping's hands swung into the disoriented Wang Dong, producing two dull thuds.
Immediately afterward, Chen Ping actually used the recoil from those two blows against Wang Dong to halt his fall and rise into the air again.
The Insect Glaive turned with his body, striking Wang Dong heavily again and again.
"Thud, thud! Clang, clang!"
Solid, forceful impacts and the clashes of staff against butterfly blades rang out one after another.
At that moment, the teachers and administrators on the raised platform all rose instinctively, looking toward the Soul Fighting Arena where Chen Ping and Wang Dong were fighting.
What were they seeing? A little fellow whose Martial Soul was a staff, without using a single Soul Skill, was actually engaged in ace aerial combat with a winged Soul Master more than ten meters above the ground?
Their figures wheeled and fluttered, like two butterflies dancing through the air.
Only one actually had wings; the other was using his rapidly spinning staff as a rotor, hovering as he fought.
The next moment, Chen Ping left his center wide open. As though his hands had trembled, his staff struck empty air, and he could no longer keep himself aloft, falling toward the ground.
Seeing her chance, Wang Dong fiercely kicked toward Chen Ping's chest. Her kick was so fast that it exposed a section of smooth calf that had been hidden beneath her trouser leg, white as a length of scallion.
"Get down there!"
After taking several consecutive staff blows, Wang Dong was seething. Having finally caught Chen Ping exposing an opening, she planted her big foot straight at him with a smack.
Unfortunately, even this opening was one Chen Ping had deliberately left for Wang Dong.
After all, Chen