As soon as Lin Pengpeng charged forward, Wang Xunmei and Zhang Lu followed close behind and attacked.
Feng Ling stayed where she was, watching the battle with great interest.
Judging by the way the three fought, Lin Pengpeng had clearly received professional training. Every move looked proper, and she wielded her twin curved blades beautifully.
Feng Ling remembered that Pei Xianjue also had two curved blades at her waist, but they were decorative at best. In a real fight, they would be completely useless.
Lin Pengpeng used the same weapons, probably because she was imitating her idol. It had worked out by accident; the weapons suited her well.
Wang Xunmei, on the other hand, was having a miserable time. She was strong enough, but not nimble enough. Gripping her Wolf Fang Club, she swung it here and there. After several strikes, she had not even touched the Centaur's hide and had nearly been kicked by its hind legs.
Zhang Lu was not doing much better. He kept circling nearby, unable to find an opening to attack.
A few Syrin Birds flew over sparsely from nearby and landed atop the trees, letting out piercing laughs as though mocking the Centaur's plight of being surrounded.
The Centaur still remembered its grudge over having its fur plucked. It threw back its head and roared toward the treetops!
Its momentary distraction gave Lin Pengpeng an opening—after sprinting a few steps, she leaped high into the air and landed on its back! She drove her blade into the Centaur's back!
Startled, the Centaur began bucking wildly in place!
It jumped and spun at the same time, trying to throw the person off its back!
The hilt immediately slipped from Lin Pengpeng's hand. Her body tipped sideways, and she was left clutching the Centaur's mane with