Not a single blow landed.
Qie'er's expression grew uglier by the second, the savage glee on his face gradually replaced by stunned disbelief.
His chest heaved violently, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his arms trembled slightly from the overuse of his magic.
His eyes widened as he stared in utter disbelief at the figure he had yet to hit.
"You... Why can you always dodge?"
He gritted his teeth and snarled, his voice tinged with the edge of a breakdown. "How can you possibly predict my Magic every time? How can you be so fast?!"
"Die! You worthless bitch!"
With a furious roar, he slammed his hands together. The black mist coalesced into a massive vortex of energy that swept toward Chu Jing.
"As long as you're alive, my great cause can never be completed!"
His voice was almost a shriek, his eyes bloodshot. "As long as you're still standing there, I'll never be able to touch true power! You have to die!"
