Yun Qinglian frowned, noticing the oddity about the bald man; his body fat seemed to reduce the impact of attacks.
"Swish!"
Sword Intent chilling to the bone.
For the first time, Yun Qinglian wielded a weapon, a soft sword wrapped around her waist, which instantly straightened when activated, emitting cold Sword Qi.
This sword is no ordinary weapon; it is a medium-grade Spiritual Artifact.
"I don't know if your body fat can reduce attack power, but can it withstand the sharpness of my Treasure Sword?" Yun Qinglian said coldly.
In the air, Qin Yi muttered, "This woman is quite clever; seems like she spotted the flaw."
Yun Qinglian's analysis was correct; the bald man's body fat could indeed reduce attack power, but it couldn't block weapons. Moreover, when facing weapons, his defensive power was weaker than average.
