If Lin Yu were still awake, Kiana felt that, relying on his powerful blocking techniques and his ability to shatter the floor with a single blow, he might still stand a chance against this donkey-eared woman.
Yet now, Lin Yu was unconscious, and their little three-man unconscious squad had completely transformed into a quartet of the out-of-it.
"However, your pistol isn't of very good quality, little one."
After splitting the enemy's weapon in two with her katana, the cherry-blossomed Miko finally stopped concealing the malice in her heart, flashing a malicious, wicked smile at the group before her.
"The Valkyrie from back then used a pistol of vastly superior quality to yours."
"Hmph, even without a pistol, this miss can knock you down with her fists!"
Looking at the enemy before her, Kiana directly assumed a combat stance.
"Wah, how terrifying. It's just..."
--Does your strength match your big talk?
Accompanied by another flash of blade light, Kiana realized that she had indeed been a bit arrogant.
Generally speaking, when the strength of both sides was equal, the one with a weapon would hold a tremendous advantage.
Even in the eyes of some warriors, if an unarmed person and an armed person fought to a draw, it was equivalent to the former's strength being several times higher than the latter's.
Right now, Kiana possessed no items that could serve as weapons.
Even her strength was actually far inferior to the blade-wielding Miko before her.
Although it was hardly ideal to boost others' prestige while dampening one's own spirit, a person could hardly be on the verge of being beaten to death while self-hypnotizing with I'm super strong and can slap you to death with a single backhand.
One always had to face reality.
The reality Kiana had to face right