Xu Wuyi pressed his spear down, the shaft colliding with the leg armor.
CLANG—!
The sound of metal striking metal echoed through the Starry Sky.
Chu Shanhe's leg momentum was blocked, but he used the force to spin, his left elbow smashing toward Xu Wuyi's face like a Heavy Hammer.
This chain of attacks was as fluid as flowing water, without a single gap—a testament to how he had integrated his diverse Martial Arts.
Xu Wuyi stopped blocking. Executing Instant Shadow Step, he drifted back three meters to create distance.
Chu Shanhe didn't pursue. He stopped where he was, the blood-patterned armor around his body slowly shifting.
"Well?" he asked.
"Not bad," Xu Wuyi answered honestly. "Your defense, speed, and power have all clearly improved. More importantly, your control over the Blood Nerve is much more fluid, and the integration of your Martial Arts and armor is tighter."
