TAP, TAP, TAP—
"Has your will to fight crumbled?"
Qin Feng circled Zhou Yu, maintaining a "coiled" posture as he paced, speaking softly as he prepared to finish her off.
"No."
Zhou Yu replied.
Her agitated, bloodshot eyes slowly closed, only to snap open a moment later.
All her anxiety, anger, and helplessness were forcefully suppressed in that instant.
In their place was a do-or-die calm and resolve.
She no longer attempted to execute the relentless attacks of the Ninefold Thunder Saber. Instead, she held her Long Saber horizontally before her, assuming a purely defensive stance.
'If I can't attack, then I'll defend!'
'Defend until he reveals an opening! Defend until the very last moment!'
The rhythm of the battle changed in an instant.
If before it had been Qin Feng's one-man show, now it had become a truly suffocating game of offense and defense.
