Zhongli Wu's arrival made Du Bisi noticeably more cautious in the rhythm of her attacks.
She no longer attacked with all her might as she had before, instead holding back thirty percent of her strength as she traded several moves with Mu En.
But what infuriated her-and infuriated her even more-was that even while holding back, Mu En still firmly suppressed her.
Every time their fists and palms clashed, she could feel that Mu En's soul power was absurdly immense. Her attacks were like clay oxen entering the sea, vanishing without a ripple, while every punch and kick from Mu En could break through her defenses.
She had fought Mu En before.
Back then, Mu En had been strong, but the gap had not been this outrageous.
Now, in her hands, she was actually like a child just learning to walk facing an adult, unable to find even the slightest room to strike back.
Du Bisi's teeth ground audibly, and her face had begun to redden.
Watching her older sister being beaten back from the sidelines, Du Busì burned with anxiety.
She had wanted to go help, but the formation of the eleven Titled Douluos behind her had already fallen into disarray-the people Zhongli Wu had brought stood behind the battlefield, not one of them moving.
The alluring red-haired woman stood at their center, her lips blood-red and her face wreathed in smiles.
The auras of the three consecrators behind her were steady and restrained. Their stances were loose, and they showed no intention of making a move.
Du Busì warily drew back thirty percent of her soul power, remaining on guard against a sudden sneak attack from Zhongli Wu's side.
She knew the nature of Evil Soul Masters all too well.
These people had not truly come to "help."