Zhou Leng noticed the intense depletion of True Qi, took a deep breath, and suddenly spread his hands apart, pouncing forward like an eagle snatching a chick.
Du Qianfang's face changed slightly, but she said, "Zhou Leng, you're so lustful, why are you baring your claws like that?"
Class 03 students outside shook their heads; Du Qianfang was someone who gave the entire class a headache.
Deng Zhijue nodded lightly again; Zhou Leng's tactics were very correct.
For Du Qianfang, who was so nimble, a hard charge was completely useless.
Zhou Leng used his advantage in reach to continuously disrupt Du Qianfang. Slowly, Du Qianfang found herself in peril, almost getting caught by Zhou Leng multiple times.
The two grew closer, with Zhou Leng taking a step forward and Du Qianfang using her old trick to dodge left.
Zhou Leng predicted her dodge to the left this time, repositioned himself in advance, and moved forward, grabbing Du Qianfang's right wrist.
