Li Qing gently shook his head, a trace of a helpless smile appearing on his face, "Alright, since it's just a friendly match, let's keep it to that." His voice was calm and powerful, as if carrying an unquestionable authority.
Hearing Li Qing agree to the spar, Liu Wenlong's face immediately lit up with a hint of excited fighting spirit, "Then I shall not hold back, senior!" He took a deep breath, and his entire demeanor abruptly changed.
No sooner had he finished speaking, Liu Wenlong's entire person transformed into a gray afterimage, spinning rapidly like a fierce whirlwind suddenly charging at the motionless Li Qing! The surrounding air seemed to be driven by this gust, forming a strong mini gale sweeping across the entire field.
Luo Chen's expression changed dramatically! He had never seen such a bizarre skill before; turning into a whirlwind? How astounding a soul force would it take to accomplish that? He stared with wide eyes, closely watching the changes in the field.
