If you reverse the principle and treat yourself as the shell, then you can… launch yourself.
Yu Meiqin suddenly shot out, fine iron sand gathering under her soles and grinding violently against the ground, bleeding off the momentum so she could land steadily, blocking Thin Wan Ling's path.
In such a short time, it wasn't enough to form a fifty-meter Iron Sand Greatsword; she only managed to cobble together a two-meter-long Two-Handed Sword.
Her own defense was just a pitifully thin layer of Iron Sand Armor.
Electric sparks flashed between her tea-colored strands of hair as she stimulated her brain and muscles with current, insanely overdrawing her stamina in exchange for a reaction speed barely able to keep up with Wan Ling.
Got you!
