Splash...
The rain poured endlessly, and the cold raindrops striking her body sent waves of chills through her.
Mo Xin's face was slightly flushed, her chest heaving violently as she panted heavily. Sweat trickled down her temples, mixing with the rain as it streamed down her face. Yet her eyes remained filled with anxiety as she stared straight ahead at Elder Wang, who stood not far away.
Hah...
Stelle, watching the battle from the sidelines, noticed this as well and tightened her grip on the Flame Lance.
"I have to make a move now."
Mo Xin's breathing had completely fallen into disarray, and her increasingly impatient attacks were gradually losing their structure. Elder Wang was leading her by the nose, step by step drawing her into his rhythm.
If she were even slightly careless now, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Stelle narrowed her eyes slightly before suddenly launching an unexpected spinning back kick.
Pfft...
With a muffled thud, Wang Jingchen didn't even have time to scream before the tremendous force sent him flying backward. He crashed heavily into a roadside building, leaving a large crater in the wall.
Stelle let out a disdainful snort, paying no attention to Wang Jingchen, who had fallen into the ruins.
Swish~
With a thought, the Flame Lance in her hand instantly transformed into golden particles and dissipated, replaced by an exquisitely designed pink feather pen that appeared out of thin air in her palm.
Rumble...
In the center of the battlefield.
"Jinghong Leg!!!"
Elder Wang roared furiously. Seizing the opening created by Mo Xin's disordered breathing, he lashed out with his right leg like a steel whip. The powerful kick tore through the air with a sharp whistle before striking Mo Xin squarely in the abdomen.
Mo Xin was too late to dodge. She let out a muffled groan as the excruciating pain in her abdomen made her entire body tremble. Her delicate figure was sent flying uncontrollably dozens of meters backward before crashing heavily into a weathered wall.
The wall trembled slightly from the impact, and she slid down to the ground, her face turning as pale as paper in an instant.
"Cough, cough... This is?!!!"
Mo Xin coughed violently while clutching her abdomen. A few wisps of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, only to be washed away by the cold rain as they trickled down her chin.
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself upright and stared at Elder Wang with a suspicious, uncertain gaze.
That kick hadn't merely been powerful.
This is... a skill, a Special Ability? A martial artist... Is this some kind of martial technique?!
Elder Wang looked at Mo Xin, who was pale-faced yet still stubbornly holding on, refusing to fall. Shock surged endlessly through his heart.
He had put all his strength into that kick. Its force was enough to shatter the internal organs of a martial artist at the same level. Even an Enhancement-type Ability User would lose the ability to fight on the spot.
"This lass can actually still move?!!!"
What he didn't know was that, just a split second before the kick landed, Mo Xin had relied on her instincts to concentrate all the energy in her body into her abdomen. This had barely offset most of the impact, allowing her to avoid being severely injured or killed.
Even Mo Xin herself was extremely surprised.
It had merely been a desperate gamble in a moment of crisis. She had relied on instinct to concentrate her energy around her vital points, never expecting the attempt to actually work!
"Hmph, now the second round begins!"
Mo Xin's voice carried a hint of hoarseness, yet it was unusually firm.
After taking that heavy kick, her mind had gradually cleared, and the impatience and anger she had felt moments ago slowly faded away.
Elder Wang's expression turned solemn, and his brows knitted tightly together. He no longer dared to be even the slightest bit careless.
At that moment, an abrupt, muffled thud rang out, as though some heavy object had struck the ground. The sound instantly drew the attention of both fighters.
Through the curtain of rain, Elder Wang quickly caught sight of movement in the corner of his eye.
His young master, Wang Jingchen, had an unknown fate, his life hanging in the balance. His aura was weak, and it was obvious that the gray-haired woman had dealt him a terrible blow!
"Damn it! You despicable villain!"