Ye Ling's angle of attack was exemplary, but she was too hasty and misjudged the distance between herself and one of An Lin's hands. An Lin immediately caught on to this, and he advanced instead of retreating!
Ye Ling then saw a smile appear on An Lin's face.
Only then did she realize that there was a shiny, golden palm hurtling toward her lower abdomen.
Bam!
Golden light surged, and the power of earth erupted forth.
Ye Ling's body was bent into the shape of a horseshoe, and she threw up a mouthful of blood as her body shot back several kilometers to crash into the transparent barrier at the edge of the drill grounds.
"Sister Ye Ling!"
All of the disciples present let loose cries of surprise upon seeing this.
Cheng Yingxiong drew a sharp intake of breath. "This is still a sparring match, right?"
Dong Zhen nodded with a dumbstruck expression. "I think… so?"
