CRACK! CRACK!
The whip's afterimages weaved through the air, which crackled with a continuous explosive sound.
Su Yu used his Swaying Forest Step, his body weaving left and right to dodge the whip as he tried to close in on Lin Jing.
However, the Purple Gold Whip was incredibly crafty. It switched between hard and soft, feinting in one direction while striking another. Every time Su Yu tried to close in, the tip would lash out like a viper's tongue, aiming for his brow or throat and forcing him to retreat.
'An inch longer, an inch stronger. The ancients certainly weren't wrong about that.'
Su Yu took a deep breath, gaining a newfound respect for how troublesome flexible weapons could be.
In the next moment, Su Yu changed his strategy. As he faced the impenetrable onslaught of the Purple Gold Whip, he continued to dodge while rapidly circling Lin Jing.
Lin Jing snorted with contempt. 'Trying to find an opening in my Purple Gold Whip? It won't be that easy.'
