1746: Face-slapping, Round 11 (5)

Face-slapping, Round 11 (5)

Feng Wu couldn't be bothered to deal with Sefiro. Right now, her top priority was Seven.1

Her mind raced.

Seven was a Spiritual Lord. Although he was severely injured, he was still more than good enough to kill her. Therefore, she couldn't let him reach her!

Whoosh —

Just then, Seven dashed toward her at top speed.

His lean dark figure arched in the air as he aimed for Feng Wu's cliff.

The top of the peaks were very narrow. Roughly, they were only ten meters in radius.

Seven had obviously done the calculations, and his aim was very accurate. If everything went as planned, he would land on her cliff.

Seeing this, Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.

She couldn't afford to let Seven land on her cliff!

While Seven wasn't looking, Feng Wu had a handful of beans in her hand.

"Hm —"

Sefiro had been watching Feng Wu the entire time, so she noticed this and tried to warn Seven.

However, with her tongue gone, she couldn't convey her message efficiently.

Seven couldn't understand what she meant until he set foot on the cliff.

Because he couldn't stop and kept rushing forward.

His face went pale.

He only managed to steady himself by spinning around. However, at that moment —

Feng Wu raised a leg and kicked Seven hard.

Seven had used all his strength to stop himself, and Feng Wu's kick was the last straw.

"Ahhh —"

Despite his usual calm, Seven cried out. He fell off the cliff, flailing his arms.

Unfortunately, he didn't have wings.

"Hm! Hm —" Sefiro was so exasperated that she tried to yell at Seven.

She then gave Feng Wu an accusing look.

"Do you want to call me underhanded?" Feng Wu glanced at her and said indifferently, "That's just survival of the fittest. It's the way this world works, isn't it?"

Sefiro still wanted to protest, but Feng Wu chuckled. "Seven wanted me dead, so was I supposed to just stand there and wait for him to kill me? Why am I underhanded just because I struck first? Sefiro, stop using your double standards on me."

That rendered Sefiro speechless.

She couldn't think of a retort.

But —

But a Spiritual Lord was very hard to kill.

Feng Wu was almost certain that Seven would be finished off this time, but —

After he dropped over the edge of the cliff, he was able to turn around in the air after he fell fifty meters.

Thump —

Seven's fingers pierced the cliff face. The gashes on his hands were so deep that the bone showed, but he still managed to hang on.

Feng Wu looked down and saw Seven dangling on the side of the cliff like a piece of dried meat in the wind.

Feng Wu didn't know what to say.

This Spiritual Lord was tougher than she had expected.

To Feng Wu's surprise, after Seven steadied himself, he started climbing.

Beneath him, the landslide was still roaring.

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