Fuhara smirked.
If she wasn’t afraid of death, she could die!
What Fuhara didn’t know was how perceptive Feng Wu was.
Fuhara’s first attack was indeed successful.
Feng Wu could have avoided it, but she didn’t because she wanted to end this battle sooner.
She had to send the pill to Jun Linyuan.
Therefore, she used her own body to test Fuhara’s attack.
More precisely, she was examining his stances.
Why was Fuhara’s Dragon Power invincible among his peers?
The most important reason was the inscriptions on the sword.
His stances also contained a formation.
Feng Wu discovered the pattern of those stances at the price of being injured.
Therefore, when Fuhara used the same stance this time…
“Break!”
Feng Wu parried the attack despite being a level lower than Fuhara.
Boom!
There was an explosion, and smoke filled the air.
“No!”
“Xiao Wu!”
“Don’t die!”
“Fuhara, I’m gonna kill you!”
Countless people shouted and screamed.
They all thought Feng Wu was dead.
When the smoke dissipated, they saw Feng Wu lying on the ground, covered in blood, but Fuhara didn’t look any better.
He was also lying on the ground.
His sword had flown several meters away.
Fuhara stared at Feng Wu in disbelief.
“You broke my attack!” Fuhara looked like he had seen a ghost.
The crowd was dumbfounded.
WHAT?!
Feng Wu broke Fuhara’s attack?
How could this be?
No one had been able to withstand Dragon Power because it was like a whirlpool that could suck people in before backfiring on them with double the energy.
That was why no one had been able to counteract it.
Feng Wu rose to her feet in difficulty and walked toward Fuhara.
After the initial astonishment passed, Fuhara had a murderous look in his eyes.
He couldn’t stand it that somebody had broken his attack.
He reached for his sword but found nothing.
What was going on?
When he looked at Feng Wu, he saw that she was holding the sword.
Feng Wu took a brush out of her pocket.
A brush?
Everybody looked at Feng Wu in bewilderment.
What was that brush for?
Did she want to write something?
Feng Wu started writing.
Everybody could read the words she was writing, but they couldn’t understand the whole sentence.
“Are those inscriptions?” Somebody recognized them.
“Inscriptions? They can’t be. Inscription masters always carve their inscriptions one stroke at a time. It takes them days to finish a word.”
“That’s right! I remember that, too! Feng Wu is just writing.”
“What’s she writing on Fuhara’s sword?”
“Didn’t Fuhara say he’s invincible? Maybe Feng Wu is writing that he isn’t.”
“Dude, stop joking! Feng Wu isn’t Fuhara’s match.”
…
Not only the crowd but Fuhara was also astonished.
Inscriptions?
Did she really think she was writing inscriptions?
Fuhara could stop Feng Wu, but he didn’t.
He only crossed his arms and smirked at Feng Wu. He wanted to see what she was writing.
He was thinking about how to laugh at her later.
