"Please instruct me, Senior Brother." Tu Lingxi bowed.
Zhuan Zemin nodded. He rarely met any challenger with proper etiquette. This was quite new to him, so he did not know how to respond.
Feng Luotian beamed with a thought: I didn't expect Lingxi to be the one who would step up and fight Zhuan Zemin. She's clearly at a disadvantage against someone like him.
Her speed is good enough to dodge the guy's ultimate strike, but she doesn't have the attack power to get through that armor. And once she spends most of her Theríon and her speed drops, that would be the end of her.
Not to mention that she has just entered Ten Fangs from Eight Fangs. It would be difficult to fight against someone with the same cultivation for at least three years. The only advantage she has is her fine bronze greaves. While there's a way to defeat him, let's see if she can think of it on her own. Otherwise, this match is as good as o—
