Hostage-Taking Wu Xuan

The instant Wu Xuan let down his guard, a sudden attack tore through the air. Wu Xuan had no time to react at all. Zhao Tianlei, standing nearby, immediately realized what was happening and shoved Wu Xuan aside, then swung the blade in his hand to meet the attack.

"Clang—"

Amid the crash of colliding metal, Zhao Tianlei's blade struck the opponent's weapon, sending out a sharp sound and a spray of sparks.

If Zhao Tianlei had not reacted in time and moved so quickly, Wu Xuan would already have been hit. At best, he would have been crippled; at worst, he would have died, and he might even have lost half an arm.

Wu Xuan was drenched in cold sweat. After all, he had followed Zhao Tianlei for quite some time. Their relationship was extremely close, which had also allowed Wu Xuan's strength to rise rapidly. In the entire team, apart from Zhao Tianlei, Wu Xuan ranked second in strength.

Yet here, he had nearly failed to evade the opponent's ambush. That alone showed that the opponent was no weakling. At least in terms of combat ability, she was not much inferior to Wu Xuan.

After escaping the danger, Wu Xuan looked toward the opponent. She was dressed entirely in black, with her head and face covered, exposing only a pair of eyes. Her true appearance could not be seen at all. Still, from her expression and features, she appeared to be human rather than a mutant zombie. That eased Wu Xuan's mind somewhat. At least there was still room—and a possibility—for them to talk.

Wu Xuan could not help asking, "Who are you? Why did you ambush me?"

The other party simply stared at Wu Xuan and remained unwilling to say a word. She did not even want