![]() His defense was soon put to the test when the multiple characters honed in on Wu Ying. Not knowing what his opponent could unleash, he was a little cautious of committing to his own attack. ![]() Wu Ying was not sitting still, darting forward with his sword held aloft and ready. Instead of a single large character, he sketched multiple smaller ones. Incensed by being injured, he swirled the whisk faster than ever. Luckily, the quality sect robes he wore weathered the remainder attack, leaving You Rou bruised but still standing. ![]() ![]() To both their surprises, the attack shattered the ice shield, a small cut digging into You Rou’s body. The impromptu shield created without even the use of a chant or talisman contested against Wu Ying’s half-formed strike. You Rou smirked, swirling his fly whisk, white strands leaving behind a trail of ice.
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