Qin Qingluo seemed to have anticipated this. Facing the fiercely thrust spear that came straight at her, she neither retreated nor dodged. Instead, she tilted her spear downward, swiftly maneuvering beneath Chen Yi's spear, then flicked it upwards. Like a skillful move that used four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, Chen Yi's thunderous, crane-like thrust was effortlessly neutralized.
Seizing this opening, Qin Qingluo not only deflected Chen Yi's spear but also slammed hers down forcefully. The impact stirred up gusts of air, scattering the lingering moisture in the surroundings.
The spear strike was like the moon itself coming down.
Chen Yi gritted his teeth and raised his spear, thrusting the spearhead directly against the middle section of hers. The violent collision caused his tiger's mouth—the webbing between thumb and index finger—to split and bleed.
