Jian sighed in secret, deeply admiring True Person Qihua. They had been in fierce combat for half an hourglass, yet her opponent remained as lively as a dragon or a tiger, growing even bolder with every exchange. Did she really never need to replenish her spiritual energy?
Through half an hourglass of combat, Jian had managed to figure out a few patterns. The spiritual whip in her hand instantly dissipated, and she activated her obsidian bracelet, a faint purple halo flashing across her fists as she threw them.
True Person Qihua saw Jian dispel her whip and assumed she was about to admit defeat, hesitating for a split second before swinging her ruyi staff. Seizing this exact window, Jian threw a punch that deflected her opponent's staff and followed up with another straight to her shoulder.
Chapter 111