Wu Long and Sui Luxiao moved at the same time, their iron fans crossing. She used the turning of the fist to accelerate its movement and as the side of the fan hit Wu Long's, the fan folded, creating a rising continuous force.
But despite the impact, there was no sharp sound as it seemed as if the force of her strike sank into his fan as it unfolded in his hand to the other side.
They exchanged a few more strikes, all of which looked effortless and did not produce any palpable impact.
"Soft Force"
Bi Rui gasped as she widened her eyes looking at that scene.
"Hm? Soft Force?"
Yu Huan curiously asked, not taking her eyes off the beautiful movements of the two, but still noticing with her peripheral vision the same astonishment in Wu Mengqi's expression.
