Such self-confidence!
Such pettiness!
Ugh!
Ugh!
Both parties simultaneously let out a cry of pain, with Ming Xing retreating two steps, her thigh hit by several needles, while Duan Yun was struck on the shoulder by the palm force of the Mingyu Palm, heavily smashing to the ground.
Since both sides were using offense as defense, there were no tight guards this time, and both were hit by parts of the moves.
Ming Xing's thigh was pricked by needles, feeling an extreme itch and pain.
However, with her profound strength, within two breaths, those needle-like fine hairs had been forced out by her.
Duan Yun, lying on the ground, felt as if his shoulder bones were about to split, hurriedly pressed his right hand down, releasing Fingertip Thunder to forcibly heal his injuries.
His injuries were clearly more severe.
Why would Ming Xing give him a chance to heal?
