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Chopped crookedly?
Struck askew?
No matter how crooked, could Wang Qizheng really swing the axe in the wrong direction every time?
He's not a novice in martial arts, a mortal who can't even hold an axe steady.
"Be careful..."
Zhang Fei Xuan emerged once more from within the Blood River, his expression now a bit more solemn, "This woman is truly no ordinary opponent."
As an Earthly Immortal, she was naturally extraordinary.
Therefore, they were the first to attack—two against one, which should have made things a bit easier, regardless.
But none had anticipated that the two of them would struggle so greatly against a single opponent.
If it weren't for Zhang Fei Xuan's fortunate fate, completely unafraid of physical exhaustion, just these few exchanges would have been enough to send him crying to his senior brother.
"Two against one, and it's still like this? We're really not the same, huh!" Wang Qizheng couldn't comprehend it at all.
