But how would these two fight this round?
Would they see that mysterious, unfathomable Great Dream Divine Art again?!
For the first time ever, Li Changming actually took a long iron staff out of his Space Ring. As he strode out, he swung it casually, twirling the staff into a huge flower-a truly magnificent, pleasing sight.
Thud!
Li Changming planted his iron staff on the ground, his bearing imposing. "Please!"
How could anyone fail to understand? This fellow clearly had no intention of using the Great Dream Divine Art. He meant to decide the outcome purely through strength.
Opposite him, Yu Yan'er was a petite, delicately built beauty.
With her slender figure, exquisite features, and robes whiter than snow, she looked utterly charming, so lovely that one could not help but feel tender toward her.
She, too, held a sharp sword.
"Please!"
Sword light flashed, and the wind from Li Changming's staff was already howling.
The two battled back and forth, exchanging several hundred moves in one stretch, yet neither prevailed. It was hard to say who was better.
Yu Yan'er looked petite, but her tenacity was extraordinary. Her swordsmanship lacked the imposing resolve of Yan Kuanglei and Ling Feixue, whose swords vowed never to return once drawn. Instead, it carried dense, supple resilience to its utmost.
Yet it also differed from Zuo Xiaoduo's Silk Rain Sword Technique, whose closely woven sword forms emphasized offense. Hers instead followed a soft, delicate approach better suited to a young woman, overcoming hardness with softness.
As the fight continued and their tangled battle reached five hundred moves, Li Changming gradually felt his strength failing. Panic stirred in his heart. Am I going to lose twice in a row?
As that thought flashed through his mind, his long staff suddenly whistled out seventeen or