Brucie's gaze turned cold. Though she had not fought much lately, her combat prowess had not declined.
She sidestepped left, easily dodging the scythe slashing toward her. At the same time, she twisted, raised her leg, and unleashed a spinning kick!
Her snow-white thigh lashed out, the force of the spin carrying her body clear of the attack's path.
Then her foot struck the Grey Matchstick Man in the chest—or rather, not a chest, but something more like an arm-thick piece of wood.
It was not merely similar. The instant she made contact, Brucie realized the opponent was some kind of plant—wood harder than human bones.
But it was not metal. It had the feel of wood.
With a loud crash, the Grey Matchstick Man was sent flying into the wardrobe by the wall, smashing its doors apart.
Brucie steadied herself. Behind her, another Grey Matchstick Man had already swung its scythe down at her.
Brucie raised her right arm and drove it backward, then lifted her left hand and slammed it into her right arm for a second burst of acceleration.
Her elbow struck the Grey Matchstick Man's neck with tremendous force, but it was not fatal against something like it.
Brucie dropped low and swept its legs out from under it. With one hand, she seized the hand holding the scythe and applied a joint lock!
It was useless. Its joints could move in every direction.
Techniques that could counter and restrain the skeletal joints of humans and most living creatures had no effect on it whatsoever.
These things were special plants created to screen fighters who met certain standards. They did not even possess life.
Thus, they had almost no weaknesses.
But while Brucie was still considering how to subdue her enemies, Miao Mu was far more