Chapter 910

If Tang Ruan were a noble, then having this ability would leave Yanping with nothing to say.

But damn it, what kind of noble is this woman?

Even her lord, Zhao Chi, is a commoner.

What's going on?

How did she suddenly become this strong?

Yanping was still in shock, but Zhao Chi had no time to wait for him to figure it out.

After all, whether it was Bliss Frenzy or Genetic Enhancement, the duration was short and the energy limited.

Not a single second could be wasted.

"Thrust!"

Swish!

Tang Ruan's massive body became a white shadow, kicking up a gust of swift wind.

A base speed of 10 points in Agility was indeed astonishing.

The giant spear rushed forward.

Whoosh!

Swoosh!

Another miss...

She didn't even hit Yanping's shadow.

10 points in Agility and she still can't hit him?

Zhao Chi's heart tightened once more.

Yanping appeared in the air, the green light on his body shining brightly.

"Hmph, your speed has improved quite a bit, but compared to me, the gap is still obvious! Take this!"

The green light was still gleaming in his pupils, but his body had already been struck.

Crack-scrape!

A scratch appeared on the jade armor of his left arm.

Spear thrust, missed.

Crack-scrape!

A scratch appeared on the jade armor of his right waist.

Another spear thrust, missed again.

Completely unable to hit him!

Zhao Chi gritted his teeth and thrust wildly, every spear stabbing empty, only the sound of cutting air coming back helplessly.

Yanping's speed was too fast!

He had known before that Yanping was fast, but he hadn't expected him to be this fast.

Just now when that green light appeared, his speed had already increased once.

Now the green light had become even more dazzling, and his speed even more astonishing.

This green spiritual technique was probably of the wind element, capable of pushing movement speed to the extreme.

And Yanping's enhancement points must have been heavily invested in movement speed as well.

Although Tang Ruan now had 10 points in Agility, her enhancement was focused on defense.

Naturally, she couldn't compare to Yanping, who specialized in movement speed.

Thud!

Yanping didn't attack again either, but landed far away to the side.

His brows were tightly furrowed, constantly sizing up Tang Ruan.

His eyes were filled with amazement.

Although Yanping specialized in movement speed, he was also very confident in his attack power.

But he hadn't expected that attacks landing on Tang Ruan's body could only leave scratches...

He couldn't help but sneer: "Not bad, you woman are really not bad, you qualify as my opponent!"

"Qualify your ass, stop showing off!"

Zhao Chi had no time to waste and thrust again.

Missed.

Yanping appeared in midair.

"What's the rush, the real battle has only just begun."

Red rain fell.

Zhao Chi thought it was Gu Qing coming to support, the red blood scattered by her.

But this blood smelled very fishy, it wasn't Gu Qing's blood.

Was it Yanping's?

Where did his blood come from?

At this moment, the sky grew even darker.

The dim sun was almost invisible, only a ring of faint light hanging in the sky, like the dim waning moon at the start of the month.

But now, the waning moon became full.

The dim sun emitted red light.

"Aooo————"

Yan Ping let loose a deafening wolf howl in the air.

Tang Ruan's heart gave a violent leap.

The red moon swelled larger, and the whole world seemed to turn red.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Zhao Chi's mind.

Yan Ping was a lord of the alien race—of course he couldn't possibly have only one wind-type skill.

This red moon had to be Yan Ping's ultimate technique.

He couldn't let him cast it freely.

"Howl your mother, get down here!"

Zhao Chi thrust his spear wildly.

A few thrusts nearly hit, but Yan Ping still dodged them.

The green light on Yan Ping's body turned red.

His wolf fur also changed from brown-black to red.

His body grew even larger.

His muscles swelled; his fangs and claws grew longer and sharper.

Thud!

Yan Ping landed nearby, his expression supremely confident.

"How deep the waters of the Holy Race run, you have no idea—you ignorant human, you weak commoner, I…"

"Cut the fucking crap, eat my spear!"

Tang Ruan charged out.

Yan Ping had only spoken halfway when Tang Ruan came at him directly; the rest of his words could only be swallowed back into his stomach.

That was supposed to be his victory speech—how could they not let him finish?

Yan Ping felt a bit sullen.

But that sullenness quickly turned to fury.

"Your mother's… die!"

Yan Ping vanished.

Tang Ruan's thrust hit empty air.

Crack!

Tang Ruan's right shoulder took a violent shock; a crack appeared in his jade armor.

Crack!

His left leg took a heavy blow, and his jade armor also cracked.