Long scarlet nails, each like divine weapons, with interwoven scents of blood and fragrance, that peculiar aroma stirred something in Li Yunjing's heart.
Gazing into the woman's autumn-like eyes, Li Yunjing thought to himself, "Not good!"
"Bang!"
Steadying his mind, Li Yunjing extended his ape-like arms, his left hand trembled and pressed towards his opponent.
Reacting faster than anticipated, how could the witch even imagine this?
The Asura witch's eyes were filled with astonishment, evidently not expecting such a quick response, as her attack was immediately neutralized with one grab.
A cold smile hung at the corners of Li Yunjing's mouth; who could be his match in close combat?
Having roamed the martial world for years, surviving countless life-and-death battles, he's been through at least a thousand of those fights.
Li Yunjing had long comprehended the true essence of "martial arts," and the Asura witch dared to engage him in close combat, it was her death wish!
"Ah…"
