Xia Yu encountered an attack backstage at the competition venue. On stage, the audience was captivated by the intense clash between Chen Yang and Zhao Zhen, not yet noticing that one of the top 20 contestants was missing from the waiting area.
Smack!
A whip-like leg swung towards him. Xia Yu's reaction was lightning-fast; he first raised a classic block to deflect most of the leg's force. His hands, gripping the long leg, were not content to remain passive. They moved like a Spiritual Snake along the stick, immediately entangling and surrounding the attacking leg.
"Hey, trying to ambush me..."
In just a second or two, his panic turned to calm.
As a contemptuous smile appeared on Xia Yu's face, who knew that the long leg caught by his snake-like hand was unexpectedly soft and supple? The tantalizing sensation and the sudden inhalation of a strong floral scent made his sharp nose sneeze involuntarily: "Jeez, this sneaky bastard is a woman?"
Realizing the trouble,
