WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!
The Cloth Stick shifted between a staff and a whip, supple as a swimming dragon and graceful as a startled swan.
It could strike from afar when long and attack up close when short.
It forced Tang Yiyi to rely on her elusive Body Technique to constantly dodge, daring not to block it head-on.
Even after evading several of Shen Lang's attacks, Tang Yiyi was beginning to look battered and on the verge of defeat.
Although her movements were swift and erratic, the speed Shen Lang had suddenly Burst forth with had far surpassed hers.
And the Cloth Stick in Shen Lang's hands was utterly unpredictable. No matter how she dodged, it always managed to strike at her with unerring precision.
As the Cloth Stick danced, it whipped up and down, snapping through the air like a silver serpent in flight.
It was dazzling and impossible to track, let alone block.
