Li-Kong continued chasing after Rui-Kong without any change. However, it was impossible to not notice the connection established to his mind. A hint of cautiousness was added to his movements.
This was the moment Rui-Kong was waiting for. When one was overwhelming his opponent with pure power, the hint of cautiousness became flaw. He no longer put forth everything he had in this process.
Rui-Kong’s delicate white hand gently held the incoming fist. It appeared so feeble and light, yet her hand guided the fist off its direction. Then her palm struck Li-Kong’s chest with a thump. As her palm hit the target, she leaped backward. The tide of the battle reversed in the blink of an eye.
Li-Kong’s two meter tall body trembled at the strike. Rui-Kong’s hand might appear feeble but infinitesimal control utilized every bit of force at the point of contact, even a buffalo would have died in that attack. Only those with a superior built body could withstand it.
