"Ha, you're boasting. You make it sound so impressive, but your barrier is only this big, I think your strength is just so-so." Xu Shu dodged the question, sneering, and took the opportunity when Wu Jie's hands were unusable to grab Wu Jie's neck and slam her to the ground.
"Interesting. Little donor, your skills may not be great, but your tone sure is."
Wu Jie's esophagus seemed to grow like tentacles, reconnecting and reattaching her head, while she kept talking: "But let me see if your strength matches your tone!"
The two exchanged verbal barbs continuously, yet the fight with their hands did not stop.
Xu Shu grasped Wu Jie's neck, striving to pull her head off;
Meanwhile, Wu Jie kept using the tail needles of her hair tips to stab Xu Shu, and slapped him with three extra arms growing from her back.
If Xu Shu were even slightly careless, she might pierce his heart.
