Jingtian Sanyi's punches and kicks had become even more ferocious, launching poison attacks repeatedly.
However, Yang Fei's movements were slippery to the extreme, like a loach in a pot, elusive and uncatchable.
Moreover, the steps he took were deeply mysterious.
He moved within a tiny space, dodging and weaving, yet Jingtian Sanyi somehow could not even touch the hem of his garment.
This martial arts contest had everyone watching with bated breath.
As time passed, every time Yang Fei dodged a deadly move from his opponent, everyone exhaled in relief.
Yet, as soon as Jingtian Sanyi launched another fierce attack, their hearts were suspended once again.
On the stage, one attacked and one defended, tumbling over and over, fists and feet like mountains.
Everyone watched, breathless.
Xiao Xuanya and Three Swords watched with hearts in their throats, looking on in horror.
Mad Blade, Long Xia, and Fan Yi stood by the stage, ready for battle.
