With a resounding thud, their feet met, and Zhouzhou felt a slight tingling sensation in her feet.
She glanced up at Ye Lingfeng, her expression turning solemn as she cautiously took a half step back.
Her father was even more formidable than she had imagined. Her great strength held no advantage against him, as his own strength was not much lesser than hers.
Taking a deep breath, Zhouzhou composed herself, refraining from a direct confrontation and focusing on defense instead.
Little Wei clenched his hands together tightly, unable to contain his nervousness.
"Is Zhouzhou doing okay? It's been several minutes, why hasn't she attacked yet?"
The old man, however, remained composed. He stroked his beard and said, "In a situation where the enemy is strong and we are weak, blind aggression is not a good idea."