Semi-final (4)

As long as you won, no one would care how you managed to win.

Success justified any action!

"B*tch, I'm going to kill you!"

Li Yang rushed forward angrily and kicked toward Yu Tongtong's stomach. Yu Tongtong, with sharp eyes, agilely sidestepped him and then shot numerous arrows from her hands as she rushed behind Li Yang. Even though Li Yang quickly dodged these arrows, his palms were still pierced by two arrows and he was nailed to a column…

"Li Yang, what's wrong with you? You can't even dodge those arrows? Come on, shake the arrows out with your spiritual power!" Qiu Feihua frowned and cursed angrily.

At the moment, Li Yang had changed from initial shock to panic.

He, who was still furious one minute ago, suddenly found that he could no longer use spiritual energy since his hand was pierced by the sword. Otherwise, Yu Tongtong wouldn't be able to escape from his kick, nor could the arrows hurt him.