Perhaps using a whip is too unfamiliar for Zhu Yu; her speed in grasping it wasn't fast, as repeated attempts left her clueless.
The long leather whip in her hand was like a cunning, sly snake entirely refusing to follow commands.
"Your strength is off; watch as I teach you again!" Yan Shu waved her hand and took the whip from Zhu Yu, "You need to use your waist to exert force. Your wrist, shoulder—those areas mustn't be too tense; relax them a bit. That way, the whip can be dictated freely in your hand.
Look, like this!"
As she spoke, her wrist flicked, the whip swiftly swung out, and the whip tip quickly struck the trunk nearby, then swiftly retracted: "This is called Black Snake Flicks Its Tongue, it uses a feigned whip strike to distract the opponent."
Then she swung the whip once more, this time the whip tip directly struck the distant tree trunk, swiftly circled multiple times, wrapping around the tree trunk as thick as a human neck.
