You little punk, trying to play hardball with me!
Clash left legs with me? Mine's harder than yours!
Clash right legs with me? Mine's still harder than yours!
Clash with me in the middle... ahem, we didn't clash there!
On the platform, figures flew back and forth. Like two bulls, the two collided with a boom, then each retreated, charged forward together, collided with another boom, then retreated again, charged again, collided again...
Their legs were like iron bars, flying up, colliding, flying up, colliding, flying up...
They collided over a hundred times in succession!
"Fuck!"
Bing Xiao Bing felt an urge to unleash a torrent of curses.
After that series of collisions, Bing Xiao Bing discovered, utterly dejected, that she might, seemingly, probably, perhaps... really be no match for him!
At least in terms of strength, she was no match for him!
This little bastard was an absolute freak. Was he trying to soar into the heavens?!
I can't outclash him!
Bing Xiao Bing was certain that if someone who genuinely possessed this level of Dan Origin Realm cultivation clashed with the little bastard before her like this, their legs would probably have broken already.
Fortunately, she had suppressed her cultivation, and her body was sturdy...
The only consolation was...
Her foundations were deep, and she had abundant experience. Every time she was knocked back, a slight sway of her body could dissipate much of the lingering impact; her opponent, limited by his age and experience, clearly had yet to grasp such combat techniques.
For instance, as she retreated, she could use friction against the air to minimize the damage she suffered, and this was even further beyond anything Zuo Xiaoduo could comprehend at his present realm...
As for stopping in mid-retreat and spinning to turn friction against the