Martial Cultivator Chapter 443: Warm Jade

Several times when there was hope of drawing the saber, it would be interrupted by the girl. Chen Chao gradually became irritated. In the past, he had never suffered such a disadvantage in battle. Now, he felt like a child struggling in a shallow puddle. Although he would not drown, getting ashore did not seem that easy.

On the other hand, the girl of unknown origin remained leisurely, as if this seemingly evenly-matched contest was just a game of cat and mouse for her.

However, the more frustrated Chen Chao became, the less likely he was to draw the saber. Taking a deep breath, Chen Chao's forcibly suppressed his annoyance. The white mist circulated within him silently as Chen Chao prepared to draw the saber again, this time intending to catch the girl off guard. Once he managed to draw the saber, Chen Chao believed that the situation in this confrontation would be more favorable; perhaps a fifty-fifty chance. Although he might not necessarily overpower the girl, it would not be easy for her to kill him either.

However, the young girl seemed to have a keen intuition. While Chen Chao was contemplating, she sneered coldly and spoke up, "Are you thinking of catching me off guard again to draw your saber"

Chen Chao whose thoughts were guessed remained silent. But he continued to attack. This time, he was close to gaining the upper hand.

The girl slapped Chen Chao's elbow, knocking his arm away. At the same time, her hand strike slid past once again, approaching Chen Chao's throat. What had seemed like innocent and flawless fingers now appeared to Chen Chao as sharp as the most formidable flying sword of the current era.

Chen Chao tilted his head back, narrowly avoiding the deadly hand strike. However, it seemed that the girl was no longer willing to engage with Chen Chao here. The hand strike descended, seemingly wanting to split Chen Chao in two.

This was far from a romantic scene between a man and a woman. As the snow-white fingers fell down, Chen Chao did not have the slightest doubt that they could tear apa

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