To put it simply, it was as if an average opponent who neither wanted to win nor lose was dragging time with Liou Luoying, making this inherently proud disciple quickly become somewhat careless, thinking that if this was the master's test, she would undoubtedly win it beautifully.
Her attack rhythm soon became increasingly bold and even impatient, showing some defensive flaws.
"Hehe, got careless, didn't you, little girl?"
Wang Zhifan, seeing this, slightly curled the corners of his mouth. As someone with rich combat experience, he knew all too well the mindset of a novice.
He immediately controlled the avatar that was seemingly being "suppressed" by Liou Luoying to execute a rather skilled fake attack.
Then, as Liou Luoying reflexively raised her hand to counterattack, his avatar instantly changed its move, causing Liou Luoying to strike air and letting the avatar's finger touch her elbow.
