The focus returned to Meng Yiran!
Meng Yiran stood there, her large brown eyes framed by thick, long lashes that fluttered as lightly as butterfly wings when she blinked.
She stood around five feet eight, her figure perfectly proportioned. Her slender waist swayed faintly with her movements, carrying a supple, lively charm.
Though her face still bore the lingering look of a lovestruck young girl, it did nothing to diminish her unique grace.
Su Yu's gaze lingered briefly on her, especially on that waist slender enough to encircle with one hand.
A phrase surfaced in his mind—willow waist!
"Please!"
Su Yu extended a hand and made a gesture inviting her to fight.
Although Meng Yiran looked like a delicate young girl, she instantly became a different person once she made her move.
Her aura suddenly turned sharp, and the circulation of her Soul Power carried a hint of domineering force.
Gripping her Serpent Cane tightly with both hands, she charged at Su Yu and thrust the cane straight at his face.
Su Yu neither dodged nor retreated. He met her barehanded and accurately seized the shaft of the Serpent Cane.
The Serpent Cane was coated in poison, but with Su Yu's physical constitution, such a small amount of toxin was nothing to fear.
Seeing that her Serpent Cane had been firmly gripped, Meng Yiran immediately tried to yank it back.
Yet no matter how much strength she used, the cane seemed trapped in iron pincers and did not budge in the slightest.
She could not help pouting as she glared at Su Yu.
"Let go!"
"Miss Meng Yiran, this is a match. If I let go, what if you take the chance to hit me?"
Su Yu's tone was calm, but the strength in his hand did not lessen at