The moment Xiao Wu finished speaking, she charged straight at Tang San like a little leopard. Her long legs carved sharp arcs through the air as she swept mercilessly at Tang San's lower body.
Her movements were swift and vicious, without the slightest hesitation, as if she had already deemed her opponent an enemy who had to be defeated.
The force and speed of that kick left Tang San, who called himself a "gentleman," dumbfounded.
He had never expected this seemingly delicate little girl to be so ruthless the moment she attacked, aiming directly for his vital parts.
He had originally planned to just put on a show with Xiao Wu and not actually hurt this pretty little girl. Who knew she would open with a Severing Descendants Kick?!
That Severing Descendants Kick made Tang San's heart tighten. He had yet to enjoy all the pleasures life had to offer—if he was crippled like this, wouldn't that be terribly unfair?
In this life, he had not even gotten a taste of women yet! If it was gone, what the hell was there left to play for?!
Tang San hurriedly employed his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track footwork. His body left a string of afterimages in place like a phantom as he continuously evaded Xiao Wu's attacks.
His hands moved rapidly, seeming to merge into a blur as they repeatedly blocked Xiao Wu's relentless chain of invisible, life-taking kicks.
"Damn it, why is this pretty little girl so vicious?!"
"Don't let yourself get capsized in a ditch later!"
Tang San grumbled inwardly. Fine beads of sweat had already begun to seep from his forehead; this unexpected fight was clearly far trickier than he had anticipated.
But honestly, Tang San still could not bring himself to hit the pretty little girl before him.