Outskirts, in the snow.
"Bang bang bang!" Chen Xingyue circled around Chen Shouyi, her fists like cannonballs, making the air roar "dong dong," with snowflakes swirling everywhere.
Before confronting the God of Lightning last time, even though Chen Shouyi gave Chen Xingyue a whole box of Divine Blood, she never returned it. Now her physical condition has fully reached the peak that a Martial Artist can achieve, and her attacking momentum is intimidating.
However, in Chen Shouyi's eyes, it still seemed like slow motion. His hand moved like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin, effortlessly neutralizing her attacks to prevent Chen Xingyue from getting hurt.
The two fought swiftly, appearing as mere blurred shadows to ordinary people.
After half a minute of battle, Chen Xingyue was exhausted, her chest heaving as she gasped, "Bro, what level am I at now? Have I reached Peak Martial Artist?"
