Tie Zheng advanced closer, his cleaver wielding the force of ten thousand pounds as it chopped toward Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo took a step back, slightly extending his arm forward, allowing the bronze whip in his hand time to react.
The Bronze Long Whip undulated like a wave with Ning Zhuo's arm and wrist, even driving the infusion of mana, causing the whip to dance with the movement.
He didn't meet the attack head-on; the tip of the whip softly tapped and guided the cleaver gently along its outside!
Squeak — Buzz!
Amidst fierce friction, sparks scattered everywhere, the sound making one's teeth ache incessantly.
The powerful cleaver was cleverly deflected by three degrees by the flexible curve of the whip, smashing heavily into the side of the cave wall, causing rubble to explode like rain for a moment.
"Again, like this!" Tie Zheng gritted his teeth, his heart sinking to the bottom.
This was not the first time.
