"Don't get cocky, woman; we'll take you on."
"And who are you? I, Jiu Ling of the 12 stars, doesn't waste time on nobodies."
These words enraged them, but they were helpless. Compared to Jiu Ling, ordinary Red Cloaks indeed paled in comparison. But keep in mind that they were being humiliated publicly, in front of the world. They could bear murder, but they could not afford to lose face. Even if they died on the battlefield, they could not lose this battle.
Elvis didn't waste any words. He pointed his spear directly at Jiu Ling's cockpit. His speed was impressively quick, his Silver Spear swung like a white snake lashing out.
"Hmph."
Blocking with her Devil Angel's sword, Jiu Ling swung back powerfully. On contact, there was a thunderous crash. Elvis's plan of attacking with a stored-up attack was instantly swept aside with the ease of weightlessness. Moreover, the Gun Rider almost lost balance, stumbling clumsily forward, nearly falling. How was this possible?
