Seven meters, ten feet...
Three feet, two feet...
This distance was incomparably perfect. She gathered Divine Power at her fingertips, ready to strike first, unaware that Qing Ji frowned and actually reached out to grasp her hand, seeming unalert. Originally, in order to impersonate Hulian Minmin, she had applied water-red impatiens juice to her nails.
Young Master Qing Ji, like Miluo, does not seem to be skilled in martial arts. Her palm lifted, her slender fingers danced, yet she had already swiftly reached for his palm as fast as lightning. If she managed to grab it, with the hundreds of thousands of pounds of Giant Strength she carried, she couldn't imagine a way Qing Ji could resist.
At that instant, all the Hidden Guard lurking in the darkness tensed their bodies, ready to strike.
In a flash, victory and defeat were to be decided. This seemingly simple grab was infused with all her strength, the seemingly delicate wrist bones could turn as strong as steel at any moment.
