They had already fought many times in the past 11 months, so they were quite familiar with their style; Jiang Hao still loved to use his fist, as his understanding of the sword was still minimal.
Also, his primal essence works with the fist only. The sword will be refined instantly if he holds it. When they both became ready, they nodded to each other and moved at the same time.
They appeared in front of each other in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Hao stepped forward, his fist shimmering with a deep, primal essence. As he struck, the air around his knuckles distorted, carrying the weight of his refining power. Ming Yue met his approach with a calm gaze, a thick layer of ice forming over her arms and torso just in time to absorb the impact. The armor cracked and refined upon contact, but it bought her the moment she needed to slip to the side, her sword flashing toward his ribs.
