An Xiaotong's Combat Wisdom

The Pure Silver Cross Sword thrust straight into empty air, while Cat Eyes had already appeared behind An Xiaotong. He raised a hand, the palm wrapped in a black glove clamping tightly around her throat.

He lifted An Xiaotong into the air.

Protected by the Knight Armor, she suffered no real injury, but her movements were restricted.

She deliberately grabbed Cat Eyes's hand with both hands, putting on a struggling act, while the corner of her eye glanced toward Lu Yao by the window.

Lu Yao was clutching the curtains tightly, watching the restrained Knight with anxious concern.

"You're not really the Black Knight, are you?" Cat Eyes teased. "I originally thought you were just a Black Knight fan who had commissioned an identical outfit to imitate her and carry out justice.

"But just now, I clearly saw the cross sword embedded in the sofa turn silver-gray and vanish, only to reappear in your hand.

"That kind of Transcendent ability is exactly like the Black Knight's.

"But I clearly remember the Black Knight being a woman. Did you use a voice changer like I did?"

"You're right. I am the Black Knight." An Xiaotong's calm voice came from beneath the silver-white mask.

Cat Eyes froze slightly. He had not expected An Xiaotong to admit it. He had not been sure; he had merely been probing her.

But why was the Black Knight so weak?

While he was distracted, An Xiaotong moved.

She instantly dismissed [Knight]. The silver-white Knight Armor turned into silver stardust that filled the air, while she dropped swiftly like a cicada shedding its shell.

Then she stomped hard on the floor and lunged toward Lu Yao like an agile leopard.

Her target was Lu Yao—and the window behind her!

The howling wind rang beside Lu Yao's ears.