"Sister Yang, watch out! Zhou Skinflint is coming at you from behind and to the side!"
"Jihua, dodge! She's hiding in the shadows, about to strike!"
"Senior Sister Yang, watch your back-!"
Below the raised platform, Mu Ying, Aodejiao, and the others suddenly paled. They shouted frantic warnings at the tops of their lungs, their voices cracking, their eyes fixed on the Martial Platform. They wished they could leap up there at once and shield Yang Jihua from this sudden ambush.
Yang Jihua had still been regulating her breathing and catching her breath. At the string of cries, her entire body stiffened, her blood and energy instantly tensing. Her feet stopped short, and her almond-shaped eyes swept swiftly over the corners of the Martial Platform. Yet everywhere she looked was empty. Where was even the slightest trace of Zhou Duoduo?
Uncertainty filled her heart. She slowly turned her neck, about to search carefully in the direction of the voices-
In an instant, a pitch-black streak tore through the air with a sudden whistle!
A little black leather shoe gleaming coldly shot out of empty space, wrapped in a fierce gust. Its sole shone, and the force behind it was so savage that the air gave a faint explosive crack.
The attack came far too suddenly. Yang Jihua's pupils contracted, and before she could even think of raising her hands to block, the foot slammed into her cheek!
Thud-!
With a dull impact, Yang Jihua flew backward like a kite with its string severed. The tremendous kick sent her rolling three or four times across the Martial Platform's bluestone slabs before she stopped. Her clothes tore, her elbows and knees scraped bloody, and pain darkened her vision.
Gritting her teeth, she fought through the agony and tried to push herself