Seeing the situation, Fu Anxing's eyebrows shot up, a flash of ferocity glinted in her eyes. She executed the "Ghost Shadow Step," her figure ghostly, resembling a black shadow, elusive and unpredictable. Each step she took seemed to tread on air, utterly silent, as if she were a specter born of darkness.
The "Ghost Shadow Whip" in her hand swirled, making whooshing sounds, conjuring waves of black phantoms, like ferocious demons from Hell, baring their fangs and claws, terrifying and menacing.
She shouted charmingly, "You, Xie, if you're truly a man, don't skulk around like a rat. Fight me fair and square for a few rounds!" Her voice was crisp but carried a sharp edge, resonating in the open air.
However, Xie Wen's Lightweight Technique was even more mystical. His form moved freely between Fu Anxing's whip shadows, like a gentle breeze, soft yet hard to capture. Despite Fu Anxing's vicious attacks, they always missed.
