This time, Su Wanwan did not use her eyes. She tracked its movements by scent throughout. It lunged from the front left, aiming for her lower leg. Just as it was about to bite, Su Wanwan lifted her leg and drove her knee upward into the wolf demon's jaw.
It was not a powerful blow, but the angle was tricky, striking precisely at the joint where the wolf demon's mouth opened.
The wolf demon's upper and lower jaws snapped shut, biting at empty air. Its teeth collided with a crisp crack. The blow knocked its head upward, sending its body flipping once through the air before it landed unsteadily.
Su Wanwan's heart pounded as though it would leap out of her throat, but she did not stop.
Before the wolf demon could regain its footing, she stepped forward, pressed the fingers of her right hand together, and jabbed at its ribs with her fingertips. She had learned this move a few days ago from watching Chu Yang fight a Mist Wolf—not that she had truly mastered it; she was merely imitating the form. Her fingertips struck the wolf demon's fur, and it felt like poking soaked cowhide: hard and slick, giving her no leverage at all.
That jab enraged the wolf demon.
It was not injured. Rather, the mere fact that a little fox it looked down on had touched it made it furious. Its amber eyes abruptly narrowed, its pupils turning into thin slits. A low, continuous growl rumbled from its throat, like an engine revving.
It stopped probing.
The real attack had come.
The wolf demon was at least twice as fast as before. Su Wanwan's Breath Listening could barely keep track of its position, but her body could not keep up. She knew it was coming from