"Clang!"
Metallic boxing gloves clashing with blade edges rang out in quick succession, as the swift blade dancer perfectly showcased her poise.
The blades, dancing.
The woman's attacks had no fixed shape, or rather, she was constantly flowing.
What was once Golden Sand, now as Liquid Gold, displayed an onslaught akin to mercury spilling over the ground—endless attacks.
Kicks, punches, shoulder charges... but always, the most dangerous was the hair that, unnoticed, had already extended to her feet.
If she was just a young rabbit back then, the woman now had become a fierce dragon.
"Clang!"
Another collision, Lu Ping'an was once again provoked.
He realized that apart from "change", what made Hua Xueyi most unbeatable was her "speed" ... normal muscle contractions worked like a "spring", and even with multiple changes in direction, there was a clear trajectory, but Hua Xueyi truly needed none.
