Chapter 69: Clash

Before the clash, He Ying had imagined many possibilities in her mind; because of the opponent's unusual ability, to win she had to get as close as possible, fight quickly and decisively, using continuous attacks to exhaust Chen Mu's defenses; otherwise, once she let that ever-changing weapon of his unleash its power, she would likely end up bound like a zongzi again, as last time.

However, her envisioned step-by-step advance was deflected at the very first strike.

Although her move, blocking the shield and flying backward, looked cool, she ultimately lost the initiative.

Chen Mu, gaining the upper hand, thrust his long staff straight at He Ying.

His most proficient thrusting technique could not be used now, but the long staff, which could change shape at will, remained highly threatening.

Once it contacted the opponent's body, he had no fewer than ten tight yet elegant binding methods.

He Ying could see that the staff coming straight at her was formidable; she could only swing her sword with all her might, striking the staff's tip.

Due to his speed disadvantage, Chen Mu and He Ying had already opened a gap, so the entire staff was stretched extremely long, preventing him from precisely controlling its front end.

After all, to make a weapon as flexible as a whip in battle demands very high control; Chen Mu could only employ certain specially trained techniques under specific circumstances.

After He Ying opened the distance, she dared not attack recklessly as before; instead, she used her speed advantage to constantly roam, looking for opportunities.

The sounds of their fight quickly woke the others who were stirring awake.

"Da Lei!"

Dong Junwei, hearing the clash of weapons, shouted immediately.

Wei Dalei, still dazed, hadn't fully opened his eyes before he was already dragging his big axe outward.

This was a reaction that Dong Junwei and the others had practiced several times.

But when a group rushed out fully armed with grenades, they discovered it was Chen Mu and He Ying fighting somewhere.

And it was quite obvious.

Seeing that He Ying's short sword remained sheathed, it was merely practice.

Everyone had a false alarm.

But since they were already out, they certainly wouldn't miss this chance to watch.

Chen Mu and He Ying also noticed the others' movements, but did not stop.

On the contrary, He Ying took advantage of Chen Mu's distraction as he looked at the crowd and launched another attack.

Her lithe body shot forth like a bird, faster than before, clearly she still had reserves.

"Good!"

"So cool."

"He Ying, go!"

A bunch of people, fearing the world wasn't chaotic enough, cheered there, supporting He Ying; even Wei Dalei didn't stand on Chen Mu's side.

Quite evident.

Everyone thought He Ying was the weaker side.

Perhaps helping a frail girl oppose a demon king is humanity's empathy.

Yet He Ying's attack this time still came to nothing, because Chen Mu had anticipated her speed well, and his shield timing was spot on.

He Ying not only failed to get the close-quarters chance she wanted, but was shaken until her arm went numb.

And Chen Mu's subsequent counterattack was also extremely fierce.

However, although He Ying's attack was easily deflected, Chen Mu could not do anything to her for a moment; once He Ying resolved to flee, he was also unable to reach her.

Thus.

Their fight thus became somewhat strange.

He Ying lightly and nimbly roamed the outskirts, seeking chances to occasionally provoke, like a mischievous butterfly continually teasing the target.

Chen Mu's movements were far fewer; although he was constantly dodging and maneuvering, against He Ying's contrast he appeared much clumsier.

But because he possessed an unfathomable, strange weapon, he actually held the advantage.

The characteristics of their fight were very distinct.

The outcome was still undecided, but it gave the onlookers quite a thrill.

"I didn't expect He Ying to be this strong."

"Yeah, her moves are fast and cool."

"Of course, the senior sister is very capable; we few have survived to now thanks to her." Feng Xiao Yu, seeing everyone praise He Ying, felt a bittersweet taste.

Sun Yuan also hurriedly echoed from the side.

Chen Mu's strength seemed taken for granted by everyone, but even though they knew He Ying's ability, seeing her fight in person still made them unable to help praising.

Zhao Xiao Yan said: "He Ying hasn't even drawn her sword; otherwise Chen Mu would be worse off."

"That's how it is, but Chen Mu hasn't used his full strength either."

"Really?"

"Because we can't hurt people, many techniques can't be used."

"Although He Ying is indeed strong, if it were a life-or-death battle, she might have already lost." Tang Jing said.

"Why?" Feng Xiao Yu seemed somewhat unwilling to accept.

She clearly understood Tang Jing's status and ability in the team; she originally didn't want to rebut, but since it concerned He Ying, she couldn't help asking.

"I've seen Chen Mu's previous training; most of his practiced techniques are meant to kill, but in this situation he can't use any of them, so he naturally suffers many losses."

While speaking.

Meanwhile, the situation on the field quietly changed.

He Ying, unable to break through after prolonged attacks, seemed a bit anxious, her attack frequency increasing considerably.

In contrast, Chen Mu grew ever more steady.

As if he had resolved to defend only, not attack.

His defensive means basically consisted of using the shield; although simple, it was quite effective against He Ying, this agile fighter.

After He Ying increased her attack frequency, the collisions with the opponent's shield also increased.

Once she gradually figured out Chen Mu's tactics, her courage grew, and she no longer retreated at the slightest disturbance like a startled bird.

The clanging sounds rang continuously in her ears.

Initially Chen Mu was pursuing the opponent's momentum, but it gradually turned into He Ying striving to take the offensive.

"Chen Mu seems to be running out of stamina."

"He Ying is naturally good at sports, and after her body became lighter, her stamina consumption would be much lower, right?"

"Come on, He Ying!"

"Come on, senior!"

"……"

Everyone chatted excitedly, mixed with various cheers, and the scene became very lively for a while.

He Ying felt that the fight went more smoothly the longer it went on; each of her attacks forced the opponent to defend with all their might, leaving no chance to counterattack.

However, the next moment.

When her short sword touched the shield again, and she tried to pull it back to change the attack angle, she found she couldn't pull the sword back.

It felt as if something had bitten it.

In panic, He Ying exerted even more force.

This time, it did budge.

However, judging by the feel, it seemed as if something had been pulled back together with her short sword, like pulling a radish and bringing up dirt.

She instinctively looked at the sword blade.

But she discovered that Chen Mu's shield had, at some point, turned into a soft iron whip, like a chain, entwining her thin sword.

Just as He Ying hesitated.

The chain had already climbed up along the sword blade.

By the time she felt something touch her hand, it was already too late to let go.

Soon.

The iron chain wrapped around layer upon layer, like handcuffs, locking He Ying's right hand.

The two faced each other.

He Ying's slender wrist was wrapped by the iron chain, while the other end was held in Chen Mu's hand.

It looked like.

It looked like a constable had just caught a thief.