Chapter 145: A Strong Fist

The barrages of the sounds-based projectiles from Meng Yun finally stopped. She put down her flute and started breathing a little heavier. Droplets of sweat had formed across her brow as she tried to catch her breaths.

The relentless playing of the flute was very exhausting, and worst of all, the damned guy in front of her had somehow managed to dodge every single one of the attacks.

'How good is his evasion ability?' she wondered.

Alex, on the other hand, wasn't tired at all. Training for over 6 hours every night had been a norm for him during the last couple of days and the fight right now didn't feel any different.

Now that her attack had ended, he could finally use his own. Instead of pouring Qi into his blade, he put his sword into his bag. Everyone in the room was suddenly surprised.