On the martial arts arena, a thick purple mist had completely enveloped the platform, even Xiao Zhentian had retreated, his eyes wide open, staring at the situation on the stage.
The members of the Long Hand Clan, leveraging their physical advantages, continuously launched attacks on the women of the Poison Manor. Their long arms were adept at both offense and defense, leaping up and down. As Zhang Po described it, they were 'flipping and juggling'. Meanwhile, the women from the Poison Manor did not rush to decide a victor, instead entangling with the Long Hand Clan in a strategic dance.
Whenever the Long Hand Clan members were about to strike the women of the Poison Manor, the latter would retreat in unison as if on cue. The Long Hand Clan, having no choice but to pursue, began to feel a stinging sensation after a while in the toxic fog.
