The Battle

As the fire dragon dove down, Long Qingying raised both her hands and pushed forward. Following her moves, all the metal objects a hundred meters around her flew toward her from all direction, quickly forming a web and shielding Long Qingying and Du Yuanxing. 

The fire dragon swished down along with a scorching hot gust of wind, lunging toward Long Qingying's metal web. 

Boom!

A muffled noise was heard as the fire dragon was temporarily stopped by the metal web. However, Long Qingying moaned in pain with a muffled voice as she felt a great pressure, even bending her legs slightly. 

But soon, she stood straight again against the pressure given by the fire dragon. Her face paled a little, with her teeth clenched. A few drops of blood were squeezed out of her mouth corner.