“What are you doing?” Zheng fired a warning shot into the air and shouted: “Stop right now! Colonel Zhou!”
The dagger swept across, spraying blood below Chuncao’s collarbone. In an instant, her hand grabbed the dagger-wielding hand. With a thunderous sound, Chuncao kicked Jian back several steps, with a spray erupting from her throat!
Zheng: “Zhou…”
“Lieutenant,” Zhou Rong interrupted, standing firmly in front of Luo Muer. The atmosphere was tense, but his voice was calm: “Don’t call the wrong rank, General.”
“Underdeveloped stupid girl,” Jian wiped the blood from her mouth, gritting her teeth: “Who are you calling an old woman?”
Chuncao didn’t answer, grinning and cracking her knuckles, then launching an arrow-like step forward!
The previous kick had made Jian realize that this girl’s muscles and bones were more like a steel tank. She caught Chuncao’s incoming punch.
At that moment, it felt like catching a heavy and fierce iron ball. The punch’s momentum made her arm bend backward, with her shoulder blade making a crisp cracking sound.
“Damn!”
Jian cursed, throwing Chuncao over her shoulder and stabbing the dagger towards her face.
Instantly, with a loud “clang!”, Chuncao’s curved knife blocked the dagger’s tip. From her falling position, she smoothly slid from under Jian’s feet, performed a lightning-fast fish-leaping move, and precisely kicked the dagger away with her tiptoe!
This series of moves took less than half a second. The nearest patrol soldiers hadn’t even reacted before the dagger whirled past their ears and embedded into a tree trunk.
Jian couldn’t dodge and was caught by Chuncao’s scissor legs, suddenly strangling her neck!
This move was so beautiful that several soldiers forgot their fear and unconsciously shouted: “Wow!”
Jian’s face reddened. Her knees crashed onto the cement ground, her upper body bent into a U-shape, her neck locked by the girl’s slender, pale legs.
Face-to-face at close range, Chuncao slightly raised her head and mocked: “Who’s underdeveloped?”
Jian’s blue eyes bulged, bloodshot, with her lips curving into a spasmodic cold smile.
The next second, she grabbed Chuncao’s ankle, her hand muscles protruding, and all ten red-polished nails sank into the flesh.
Blood trickled down her calf as she pried open Chuncao’s scissor legs.
“You think,” Jian rasped, “you’ll never grow old, you brat?”
