"I love watching women fight the most!"
If the live broadcast function were still on, there's a high probability similar comments would appear.
Of course, it's more likely that viewers cannot see clearly what's happening on the scene, unless there's a slow-motion replay by cameras.
"Too slow."
Wan Ling's toes pressed against the ground, swiftly sidestepping sideways, gracefully evading the crushing force of the Skull Shattering Power Hammer.
Then she twisted her body, rotated, her back leg bending at the knee, driving her lower leg upward in a kick, accelerating the strike upon contact,
like a sharp blade cutting through bamboo, slicing Gray Rain's waist, severing him in half.
"Too dull."
The reflection of the blade, fleetingly flashed by the scenery behind.
Wan Ling's slender waist, just enough to grasp, suddenly bent backward, her upper body leaning toward the ground, dodging the swinging Fingerprint Shield,
