Chapter 118: This Must Be a Misunderstanding!
Yang Ling's Agility was far higher than Martial Monk Jue Ming's, having long since produced the effect of a Qualitative Transformation.
In his eyes, Martial Monk Jue Ming's movements were as slow as a snail's.
It was akin to an adult fighting a seventy-year-old grandmother.
The only difference was, if he were actually hit by this grandmother, he'd probably cough up blood.
The monk staff swept past Yang Ling's face from time to time, the fierce wind it carried ruffling his bangs.
Over a hundred moves had been exchanged.
Martial Monk Jue Ming hadn't managed to hit Yang Ling even once.
His Vital Qi was slowly declining, and his heart was filled with both rage and shock.
In the eyes of ordinary players, the exchange between the two didn't seem to show much of a significant difference.