"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
After swinging the Double Mace three times in succession, Xu Ming found himself at a disadvantage against the wind.
He was surprised to find that his best level of power was suppressed by the opponent.
As soon as they exchanged blows, he realized he was no match for the person in front of him.
Therefore, Xu Ming sensibly switched to pure defense, both to protect himself as much as possible and to give the opponent more space to display.
Lin Shuyou did not disappoint Xu Ming; while continuing to swing the Double Mace, his figure flickered constantly, changing position.
Under the moonlight, shadows appeared, which made it look to the naked eye as though Lin Shuyou was attacking Xu Ming from all directions.
Every time, Xu Ming used his wooden arm to block, which cracked repeatedly but kept regenerating, its vitality seemingly endless, efficiently spreading to where it should.
