Just then, Lin Feng felt a cool sensation on the back of his head. Xue Qingyi's blade must have sheared off quite a bit of my hair... This young girl, she's really brutal, striking at me from behind twice in succession. Thankfully, I dodged quickly.
However, it's fortunate she didn't use a gun. That's a silver lining in this unfortunate situation.
"AH..." Xue Qingyi cried out softly, attempting to pull her hand back but found it held tight by Lin Feng, who was using a grappling move. For the moment, she couldn't break free.
"Don't move," Lin Feng cautioned. I can't let her strike freely; that would be playing with my own life.
"Don't touch her!" Zhou Yang roared, on the verge of going berserk when he saw Lin Feng grab Xue Qingyi's wrist. Ignoring the minor injury Lin Feng had just inflicted on him with a palm strike, he was ready to fight Lin Feng to the death.
