Choice

At that critical instant, An Ning, who had originally been retreating, suddenly steadied herself. With a flick of her hand, she launched a fierce counterattack, effortlessly shattering the returning Sickle Sword!

A petty trick, showing off before an expert!

Kuatli could not help but want to laugh.

As expected, the little brat from the Hunting Finger Family was still too green.

As the sickle shattered, the wolf's shadow suddenly flickered and appeared out of thin air before her.

His speed had increased once again.

It was even faster than that previously incomprehensible speed—so fast that even a hunter's nearly nonexistent reaction time could not perceive it.

Faster than the limits of imagination!

So fast that it caught An Ning completely off guard.

The sickle's blade had already pierced the skin of her neck.

In the instant their eyes met, An Ning finally understood where the unease that had constantly risen inside the heart from beginning to end had come from.

From the beginning, the traits he had deliberately concealed—even the speed he had hidden...

After going to such lengths until now, there was only one thing he had wanted to hide.

—This guy was not a wolf of the White State at all!

As though he had noticed the shock in her eyes, Kuatli silently bared his teeth.

You noticed?

Too late!

Actually, it was not too late.

At this critical moment, An Ning still had three choices.

She could choose to give up. The instant she gave up, a washing machine or refrigerator would fall from the sky, strike later yet arrive first, and smash in the dog head of the guy before her.

After all, Grandfather doted on her the most.

She could choose to resist head-on. As long as she held out for a single instant, Ji