On the platform, Cheng Xingwu's attack was in full swing, yet Murong Ziyue didn't seem to be gaining the upper hand.
Bang—
On the platform, Murong Ziyue remained still until she struck, and when she did, it was as swift as lightning. Her long legs whipped out like lashes, seizing a momentary gap in Cheng Xingwu's defense and sweeping through.
Her strike landed on Cheng Xingwu's chest, forcing him to stagger back a step, but Murong Ziyue's momentum was unyielding.
With one kick connected, she followed up with a rapid succession of three or four kicks, Cheng Xingwu's offensive thwarted and kicked directly off the platform.
"Murong Ziyue truly lives up to her reputation. To be defeated by you, I, Cheng, am convincingly outmatched."
Having fallen from the platform, Cheng Xingwu was genuinely convinced.
He had mustered all his True Qi, yet Murong Ziyue hadn't used even a trace of hers, relying solely on her moves to defeat him. The gap between them was self-evident.
