Silver moonlight shone down, and the long whip danced in the air like a flipping silver ribbonfish.
Yang Yu frantically dodged with his shield raised and beat the wooden drum with his right hand frenetically. Every minute felt like an eternity for him. If he lost focus for even a moment, the 'perfect' would turn into 'great.'
Asuna's attacks showed no signs of stopping; on the contrary, they became increasingly fierce. She had no intention of giving Yang Yu any chance to counterattack.
Glancing at his rapidly depleting health bar, Yang Yu clenched his teeth, wishing desperately that the elf in his bag would suddenly awaken and heal him.
But that was just wishful thinking; the elf was still in a deep sleep, sleeping like a dead pig, and was not going to wake up so easily.
To maintain a full combo, Yang Yu had no choice but to further minimize his margin for error. His moves became smaller and smaller, with the whip barely grazing his skin each time.
