Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

However, Chu Mo shook his head and said: "She isn't trying to force herself, she really doesn't know how to fight, so I don't know how to start. It would be a wise choice to let him make the first move. Sometimes, it's easier to defend than to attack. "    

    

Just as Chu Mo had said, Ling Er indeed did not know how she should act, so she decisively gave up on the initiative and took the initiative to defend. Both of her fists were tightly clenched, and her legs were slightly crossed, as she looked at Rong Aoxin in alarm.    

    

Rong Aoxin glanced at Ling Er, and said: "Alright, since Sisters Ling Er is so modest, then I won't be courteous anymore."    

    

With that said, Rong Aoxin's feet suddenly pushed off the ground, his entire person shooting forward, his right palm facing off with a wave of Fire Spiritual Energy, attacking Ling Er.    

    

Seeing this palm, Ling Er's anxious expression instantly disappeared. His left fist suddenly swung out, just like when he was sparring with the Senior Sister, naturally yet smoothly.    

    

His left hand shot out, and with a whistling sound, the Fire Spiritual Energy rumbled as it struck towards Rong Aoxin's palm wind.    

    

In the blink of an eye, Rong Aoxin and Ling Er met on stage, and their fists and palms had also met.    

    

"Boom!"    

    

The palm and fist clashed, the force of the palm wrapped the fist, and the two violent Fire Spiritual Energy s suddenly exploded.    

    

Suddenly, a tyrannical wave of energy rose from the point where the two fists collided. It swept out in all directions and the shockwave was like a sharp blade as it cut onto the High Platform, causing sand and stones to fly into the air, and dust to fly into the air.    

    

However, what was astonishing was that no matter if it was the sand, dust, or the energy ripples from the two of them, they did not penetrate within thirty meters of the Crape Myrtle Emperor Flame. It was as if an invisible barrier of light had blocked all the energy from the outside, flicking away the sand and dust.    

    

Thump! Thump! Thump!    

    

The two combatants involuntarily retreated as they both took three steps back. They were evenly matched.    

    

"Shua!"    

    

In the next moment, a sonic boom resounded, and afterimages appeared. Someone attacked once again.    

    

What surprised everyone was, the one who attacked first, was not Rong Aoxin, but the little girl Ling Er who took the initiative.    

    

This time, Ling Er did not give the opponent another chance.    

    

Because they were no longer needed!    

    

After one move, Ling Er finally found the feeling to fight, just like how he normally felt when sparring with a Senior Sister.    

    

She had already found her own tempo, and without any hesitation, she rushed to attack Rong Aoxin first before her body could come to a stop.    

    

"This is not an act of haste, but a surprise attack!"    

    

Ling Er thought about Senior Sister's usual pointers as his right palm suddenly opened wide. Fire Spiritual Energy rolled and rolled at the center of his palm, and like a ball of flame, it whizzed towards Rong Aoxin.    

    

"Come at me!"    

    

Rong Aoxin was incomparably arrogant, he did not even think of retreating, and of course, he could not avoid it either.    

    

Rong City was famous for being extremely popular in the past, so most of the people who came from the Rong Family were in the Fire Attribute, and Rong Aoxin was no exception.    

    

As a descendant of the Rong City, Rong Aoxin was confident that his Fire Spiritual Energy would not be weaker than anyone of the same level.    

    

Therefore, without the slightest hesitation, she condensed the Fire Spiritual Energy into a fist-sized fireball as well, and it was actually the same as Ling Er's move.    

    

Rong Aoxin wanted to use the same move and Spiritual Energy to deal with Ling Er. He had nothing to say if he won.    

    

With regards to Rong Aoxin's painstaking actions, Ling Er naturally could not understand it. Or perhaps, she simply did not think about it at all, as she was only sparring with the Senior Sister according to the rhythm of the day.    

    

"Go!"    

    

Ling Er casually threw it, pushed the Fireball in his palm out, burnt all the air in the way, and smashed towards Rong Aoxin.    

    

Rong Aoxin also did not hesitate. Similarly, the Fireball left his hand and collided with Ling Er's Fireball at the center of the gap between the two of them.    

    

"Rumble!"    

    

There was only the sound of thunder, and the two Fireball set off a violent explosion. It immediately ignited a strong flame storm, and with lightning speed, it spread out in all directions, towards Ling Er and Rong Aoxin.    

    

Rong Aoxin's reaction was extremely fast, both of his palms struck out, a gale of his palms overflowed and struck the edge of the flaming tornado, forcibly changing the direction of the shock wave that was attacking him, flying towards the side.    

    

After that, Rong Aoxin rushed out, breaking through the flaming tornado. Like a Sharp Arrow, he brought along a tyrannical wave of Spiritual Energy, cleaning up the surroundings, and attacked Ling Er.    

    

This time, Rong Aoxin increased his attack. The wind from his palm blew, causing numerous afterimages of his palm to appear. Amongst layers upon layers, he was just like a stretch of sea of fire, hiding the sky and covering the earth as he struck down towards Ling Er's head.    

    

At this time, Ling Er's figure was unsteady, and had no choice but to quickly retreat. Like a flash of lightning, he whistled above the High Platform and retreated thirty meters away.    

    

Based on her estimation, this distance should be enough to dodge the palm shadows of the opponent.    

    

"Retreat again!"    

    

However, right at this moment, a strange sound transmission suddenly resonated in Ling Er's heart.    

    

Ling Er was stunned for a moment and was extremely confused. Looking left and right, he was unable to identify the sound transmission, and he even did not know what the purpose of the sound transmission was.    

    

"Retreat another three meters, or else you will definitely be injured!"    

    

The voice transmission sounded once again, but this time, his tone was filled with absolute certainty.    

    

Ling Er did not understand, but for safety's sake, she still retreated ten meters!    

    

Boom!    

    

Just as Ling Er was about to leave, she was shocked to see that the sea of fire palm in the air had actually moved ten meters forward and plummeted down, smashing onto the High Platform with a loud bang. The remnant shockwaves were mighty and spread outwards, and only stopped when it reached Ling Er's feet.    

    

Which is to say, if not for the ten meters that Ling Er retreated according to the sound transmission, she would definitely have been injured.    

    

Just that, who was the Transmitter!?