Chapter 911

Yan Ping's attacks are even stronger now!

And the speed is still just as fast.

Zhao Chi had assumed the green light on its body meant speed, and the red light meant power.

Turns out that wasn't the case…

Crack! Crack! Crack…

The jade armor on Tang Ruan's body shows more and more cracks.

A few strands of her beautiful hair also fall loose.

Zhao Chi frowns, gathering spiritual power.

A flash in the sky, lightning descends.

Crack!

Mud and grass fly up.

A shallow pit appears on the ground, white vapor rising from it.

Missed!

Yan Ping sneers: "Lightning? You dare use such an inaccurate spiritual technique against me? How utterly childish. Look at my claws!"

Crack!

The skin armor on her right waist splits open.

A flash in the sky.

The lightning strikes empty air again.

"I've already told you it's useless, you stupid woman — hard and stupid, fucking stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!"

Crack! Crack! Crack…

Ankles, elbows, back of the head, front of the belly…

Tang Ruan's pristine jade armor is covered in cracks.

If the jade armor weren't astonishingly durable, Tang Ruan would already be shredded meat by now.

But this jade armor's durability is well over 5,000 points, and it's still recovering rapidly.

This Yan Ping is simply too strong — there's no way to counterattack, only take hits passively.

Yan Ping chuckles darkly: "No matter how much durability you have, there's always a limit. Die!"

Yan Ping vanishes again.

Zhao Chi immediately turns and thrusts backward — nothing behind!

Suddenly, a sharp pain in the left leg.

Yan Ping's twin claws violently thrust into the gap in the jade armor on the left leg.

Inside that gap is Tang Ruan's soft flesh.

The long, sharp wolf claws sink deep into the leg bone.

The intense pain makes Tang Ruan scream involuntarily.

"Ahhh~~~"

Fresh blood gushes out, splattering all over Yan Ping.

But Yan Ping doesn't pull its claws out — instead, it grips the edge of the jade armor tightly.

"Finally, blood! You think your durability is high? I'll let you be even higher — let's see how high you can go!!"

The wolf claws exert force, the arm muscles bulge, and with a violent wrench—

Puh!

Riiip!

A large chunk of jade armor is torn off.

Still attached to the pink tender flesh inside, it is completely ripped away from the thigh.

"Waaaah~~~"

Tang Ruan screams again.

Zhao Chi feels it as if it were happening to his own body. Although he can also enjoy the innate effect of his masochistic preference, that searing pain truly pierces straight to the heart.

Tang Ruan bends and thrusts her spear once more.

Yan Ping has already left.

Then comes a sharp pain in the left ribs.

Tang Ruan strikes back with her elbow — misses again, and the jade armor on her ribs is also torn off and ripped away.

Then the jade armor on her left shoulder is torn off as well.

Then the right arm, the back of the neck, the left chest, the right abdomen…

In just over ten seconds, Tang Ruan's body shows patches of white, patches of pink, and patches of red.

The white is the cracked jade armor.

The pink is the tender flesh exposed to the air.

The red is the wounds torn open and spraying blood.

Tang Ruan is covered in wounds from head to toe.

"About to die, aren't you? Hahahaha."

Yan Ping is panting, a look of triumph on its face.

It savors Tang Ruan's screams with satisfaction, gazing contentedly at the battered, wound-covered Tang Ruan.

But…

The cracks in the white skin armor were fading.

The pink tender flesh quickly turned white, and a thin layer of jade armor was forming.

The red wounds healed rapidly, turning into pink tender flesh, and soon a thin layer of jade armor appeared.

In just a few breaths, Tang Ruan's body had recovered considerably.

Yan Ping did not attack again.

The red glow on his body was extremely dim.

His eyes were filled with doubt and confusion.

The wolf mouth panted continuously.

What the hell...

What exactly is going on?

Yan Ping did not attack again, and neither did Zhao Chi and Tang Ruan.

Both sides were silent in an eerie hush.

The two had just exchanged dozens of moves, but only two minutes had passed.

After all, both sides were far too fast.

Every exchange was measured in seconds.

These two minutes were already far too long.

"Woman, your name is Tang Ruan?"

Yan Ping spoke between breaths.

"That's right, are you about to surrender?" Tang Ruan took a deep breath.

Her wounds had already healed, and the jade armor durability already recovered over 30%.

Yan Ping laughed once: "I truly didn't expect... My name is Yan Ping, full name Yan Ping Ruoming. I will kill you with respect."

Yan Ping Ruoming?

What kind of lousy name is that?

And it's four characters long.

The first part doesn't connect to the second...

Zhao Chi used Tang Ruan's mouth to taunt: "Just you? Do you have that kind of strength? It looks to me like you already gave it your all just now."

Yan Ping snorted: "My ability was used three times in the previous battle, and once just now fighting you, but I can still use it six more times."

"So?" Zhao Chi asked.

"I deliberately stopped. Your defense and recovery are very strong. If you're willing to follow me, I can take you in and promise you the treatment of a quasi-sacred race."

This time Zhao Chi did not interrupt him, nor did he attack again.