Dongdong only felt her fist wrapped in a wave of soft force, her attack direction spiraled out of control as all her strength was dissipated by that delicate hand.
In the next instant, Shangguan Li's Tai Chi Palm reversed soft to hard, driving Dongdong's fist backward forcefully.
"Dong!"
Dongdong's stomach took a punch from her own fist, stumbling away and landing with her feet upturned.
Infuriated by the blow, she lunged forward with frenzied punches, attempting to break Shangguan Li's moves with chaos.
This chaotic punching might work against half-baked fighters, but in Shangguan Li's eyes, it was merely the impotent rage of a brat.
Shangguan Li's footwork shifted unpredictably, effortlessly dodging the incoming punches, her movements fluid and masterful.
Her Tai Chi Palms moved sometimes slow, sometimes fast, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, each motion accurately hitting Dongdong's power points, no matter how hard she tried, it felt like punching cotton.
