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After a slash followed by a fierce strike, and thrust after thrust, the two cultivators remained locked in a stalemate, unable to win yet unwilling to give up.
Wang Julong was faring worse than Yan Xiaobao. Although she had learned how to control the staff's consumption of spiritual energy, she couldn't continue battling for long. Her beautiful face began to pale, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Seeing this, Yan Xiaobao withdrew once again, simultaneously halting the staff and stepping out of range. "I give up," he said with a gentle smile as he looked at the panting woman before him, his face showing a tender expression.
Meeting Yan Xiaobao's gaze, Wang Julong clutched her staff tightly, held her breath, then nodded toward the white-haired youth.
"I lost," she said quietly, and then sat down to begin cultivating. It seemed she was having a breakthrough.
