The Top Ten Masters from Western Campus
編集者: Transn
"Alright, show me how good you are!"
Jin Yueming's eyes were solemn and her fingers were curled into claws. A soft golden light moved across the skin on her arms.
She was over two meters tall and even stronger than many of the men. Her arms, from which tendons protruded, were as thick as the opening of a bowl.
"Boom!"
She struck out with her golden claws and grabbed Mo Qinglong around the neck.
Mo Qinglong moved much faster than Jin Yueming, even though he was far shorter than her. He threw himself sideways in order to escape the attack of her golden claw.
He slightly turned his left arm outward, aiming the point of his swords backward and struck out towards Jin Yueming's waist.
Jin Yueming's arms came down and caught the tip of his swords between her palms.
Her palms and the sword tips clashed together, producing a shower of sparks and creating a cacophonous boom.