Leng Youlan glanced at Lei Tianyi and the woman beside him and coldly snorted, “You’re not worthy!” Wo Teng was truly angry. This woman was not taking him, the master of Tianshui Gate, seriously at all. After years in the underworld, everyone had always feared him. Without much thought, he kicked directly at Leng Youlan.
Lei Jing and Lei Yun, seeing their mistress about to be kicked, disregarded her previous hints and were about to rush forward. After all, something happening to their mistress would not be acceptable.
She would occasionally tease them, but they knew she didn’t want things to be too formal between them.
But as soon as they moved, someone hit their feet with a coin. They were shocked, wondering if there was an accomplice. They quickly turned back to look for the hidden weapon thrower, only to see their master calmly watching them. They understood their master didn’t want them to interfere. Although puzzled by their master’s actions, they could only watch the scene with worry, hoping she wouldn’t lose too badly.
Leng Youlan waited until the opponent’s attack was less than an inch from her before dodging to the side, simultaneously extending her right leg to kick Wo Teng’s side. Wo Teng never expected Leng Youlan to react so quickly, not only dodging his attack but also counterattacking. Unable to dodge, he was kicked.
Wo Teng looked at the woman opposite him, no longer daring to be careless. All martial arts have weaknesses, but speed is unbreakable. He secretly used all his strength. “Take this!” His moves were fierce, each capable of breaking a thousand-pound stone. Those around couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat for Leng Youlan. She also knew the opponent’s moves were extremely powerful and didn’t dare to block directly, instead using her agile body to avoid them. She regretted being impulsive, thinking that if not for this damned dress, she might have won already!
Now, although she could occasionally launch sneak attacks, her force was too small to do any real damage.
“I surrender,” Wo Teng stopped attacking and stood still, his clothes soaked with sweat. In contrast, the woman opposite him was only slightly flushed.
