The strike was so ferocious and forceful that it wouldn't have been surprising if Otogirusu had been smashed into a pulp. Many spectators gasped and covered their eyes, unable to watch any further.
Meanwhile, in the arena, Xue Jing did indeed slightly furrow his brow.
It was that feeling again...
Previously, when he had first encountered Otogirusu, they had fought once.
Back then, he had hit her with his most powerful combination technique at the time, "Flame-Colored Rainbow·Thunder Plough Hot Blade," but he felt no sensation of actually striking something solid, as if he had touched a mass of fog with no substance.
And it was the same this time.
He remembered that Otogirusu had called the move—
"My Style·Undying Smoke."
From within the dust, Otogirusu stood up, looking towards Xue Jing with her narrow and seductive eyes gleaming with thrill and intoxication:
"It hurts (that really hurts)."
Blood trailed from the left side of her head, spreading to her chin.
