But even in his dreams, he never thought that the flame would not transform into a Fire Spear as before but would vanish with a muffled fart-like sound, and then Han Yan's fist landed on his nose.
Isn't a contest between Priests supposed to be a matter of Divine Arts? Since when did it involve fists and kicks? How can this woman be so cunning and despicable? As Han Yan's fists and kicks rained down on Ou Mingzhi, he felt profound sorrow and helplessness.
In fact, Han Yan herself felt quite sorrowful too. If possible, she would have liked to defeat Ou Mingzhi swiftly and cleanly with a Priest Divine Technique like Shattering the Sky. After all, for a young woman to use fists and feet just doesn't seem ladylike. But there was no choice; like Nine Heavens Star Fall or Star Falling in Eight Desolates, the newly mastered Eight Desolate God Fall consumed an astonishing amount of Spiritual Power—after casting it just once, nearly all her Spiritual Power had been depleted.
