SHING.
Xie Luohe's hand, reaching behind her, suddenly froze.
She shot a quick glance in Zheng Xiu's direction, then looked away.
She had obviously heard him.
A second later, Xie Luohe withdrew the hand reaching for her bow. With both hands empty, she crooked an index finger at Le Zhuzhu and sneered, "I'll fight you bare-handed."
With that, she took off her gloves.
This move was clearly made for Master Zheng to see.
Le Zhuzhu's anger flared at the words. Seeing that Xie Luohe really wasn't going to use a weapon, a sudden rage ignited within her, yet her smile only grew wider. She giggled, "Since you're being so generous, I won't hold back."
With those words, she flicked her Soft Sword on the Sword Inquiry Platform. It bloomed like a silver lotus, a blur of feints and real strikes, making it impossible to distinguish truth from illusion as it aimed for several of Xie Luohe's vital points.
THUD!
