It's not that he underestimated this foreign woman—she was quite captivating, one of the types Xiao Lin appreciated. Her eyes shone with a wild light, her movements agile, graceful in her running posture; even her leaps were perfect. The only flaw was that she was slow! Too slow!
Xiao Lin stood still, not moving a step, observing the woman's every move. In battle, he was calm, so calm that he was ruthless, regardless of gender, age, or rank.
The woman turned her palm into a fist, striking straight at Xiao Lin's face.
A slight shoulder shift, he easily dodged her attack, pushing the woman's right fist away with his left hand, extending his right arm to punch her abdomen. He only used about fifty to sixty percent of his strength, hitting her fairly solid abdomen, causing her face to scrunch up, ruining her beauty.
However, the woman was a decent opponent; she didn't back down due to the pain but instead entwined around Xiao Lin's arm.
