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Ye Qingxue's longsword, when about ten centimeters away from the masked woman, met with resistance.
It was like stabbing into a piece of sticky, chewy caramel.
Although the tip of the sword could slowly move, it just couldn't pierce through.
"What kind of martial art is this?"
Ye Qingxue's eyebrows furrowed as she retracted her longsword and quickly retreated several steps.
"The kind that can kill!"
The masked woman lightly tapped her foot and gracefully landed in front of Ye Qingxue, her hands gently moving, stirring up the air around her.
She chose to take the initiative to attack.
"My goodness, Saintess, I never expected that not only are you the smartest woman in our Black Dragon Commerce Guild, but your combat strength is also so high!"
Zhou Yune, who was sitting on the steps healing, showed an expression of admiration.