CRACK!
Another crisp crack echoed. Gritting his teeth against the numbness in his right foot, Qing Lei rushed forward, barely dodging the attack from the vine-like whip.
Watching Qing Lei constantly dodging on the stage, Ye Shuangshuang frowned from the rest platform. "This can't go on. The numbing poison is already corroding Qing Lei's right leg. If he keeps moving like this, not only will he burn through a huge amount of Primordial Power and stamina, but if the numbing poison spreads..."
"No." Mu Bingling cut Ye Shuangshuang off with a small smile. "If he just kept wearing himself out, you'd be right. But look closely. Every single one of Qing Lei's movements has a purpose."
After hearing Mu Bingling's words, Ye Shuangshuang immediately looked back at the arena. Just then, Qing Lei once again barely dodged Liu Feiyan's vine whip, this time in a rather pathetic manner—by rolling on the ground like a donkey. The move drew sneers and laughter from the audience.
