As she watched with intense excitement, a sharp swoosh suddenly erupted.
A keen Flying Knife hurtled toward her, and Su Yan's spirit chilled.
Her head tilted back just in time as the knife narrowly missed her forehead, shaving off a strand of her hair before burying itself into the sturdy wall.
Before she could catch her breath, a second Flying Knife was already on its way.
This time, she reacted swiftly, planting one hand on the tempered glass tabletop and flipping skillfully over; she dodged the Flying Knife while her feet were still in the air, throwing the remote control at the person.
The person brushed off the remote control and, like a phantom, flipped down from the staircase, closing in on her.
Su Yan could see nothing clearly, only managing to spot a dark figure rushing toward her, and she instinctively kicked out.
Her ankle was caught, and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes; her other foot kicked out toward the person's abdomen.
