"Boom!"
A thunderous explosion rang out in his mind. Lian Youming's face abruptly paled, his body shuddered, and he instantly woke from the imagined battle.
That made three times.
Three times in succession, he had fallen to Gu Feiyan's fists in his own simulations.
She was truly formidable.
Lian Youming temporarily quelled his urge to kill. Although he did not know her offensive methods, Mind-Reading and the Divine Eye alone already allowed her to work wonders from the mundane. Every movement could strike at an opening, while she could secure an invincible position from the outset.
In these three attempts, he had used his elixir skill as his foundation, employing the Three Great Neijiaquan, swordsmanship, and the Unusual Force he had comprehended himself. He had even used Heavenly Dipper Strength, running through several simulations of each. But in the first fight, after barely forty-odd exchanges, her sweeping kick had struck his perineum and broken his elixir skill; in the second, after nearly a hundred exchanges, a finger had jabbed his Jade Pillow Acupoint, leaving him with the same fate as that Muslim expert; the third had been even more dangerous and lasted the longest, yet it had ended with his eyes pierced and his throat crushed-the most gruesome death of all.
With those two supernatural abilities alone, his opponent could defeat everything he had learned.
He, on the other hand, could think of no way to break her Mind-Reading and could never seize the initiative.
Lian Youming opened his mouth, looking somewhat dispirited, with a faint, sweet taste of blood on his tongue.
A clash of minds, even one conjured entirely from imagination, was by no means easier than a fight to the death when simulated in the finest detail. Moreover, if he had no hope of winning even an