217 It’s a Draw

Silence.

The entire place turned silent.

Everyone's mouth was widened in astonishment, all of them dumbfounded.

Shen Bi Ru, who just claimed that Wang Ying would lose, felt as though she had been slapped hard in her face. Her deep, black eyes were about to pop out from their sockets.

"A single kick... and she sent Du Lei flying? How... How did she know which were shadow clones, and which was the real one?"

Given Du Lei's speed, even expert cultivators of the same realm would find it hard to discern the real person. Yet, a casual kick from Wang Ying sent him flying a distance, as though she was simply kicking a mere human bound in a sack.

"Not only does she have to differentiate between the shadow clones and the true person, the speed of her kick must be that much faster than Du Lei. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to injure him if her attacks are unable to keep up with him."