The towering figure was, of course, Wang Yu, who had seized the instant the woman let her guard slip and charged at her with the speed of a thunderbolt, leaving no time to cover her ears.
With Wang Yu's current immense physical strength, further enhanced by the Black Tiger Breathing Method, even an ordinary punch struck like a massive hammer.
The slender woman's expression changed in alarm. It was already too late to dodge, so she could only turn one hand over, conjuring a large black shield to take the punch head-on.
Boom! A deafening crash rang out like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
The woman felt heat flare through the hand holding her shield, then an irresistible force slammed into her, sending both her and the shield flying.
She twisted repeatedly in midair before barely managing to stop six or seven zhang away. But the web between her thumb and forefinger had split, and half her body was utterly numb, robbed of all sensation.
Fortunately, Wang Yu did not pursue her, allowing her a moment of relief. But in the next instant, her entire body went rigid.
Three gleaming throwing knives were pressed against three vital points at once: the back of her head, her neck, and her waist. Their sharp tips sent faint chills through her, making her hair stand on end.
"I yield!"
The woman immediately shouted.
Wang Yu smiled faintly at this, then used his Metal-Dowsing Art and beckoned toward the three throwing knives. They instantly shot back as three streaks of cold light.
Although these three willow-leaf throwing knives bore no Spirit Inscriptions, they were made of iron essence. As thin as paper, they were light and sharp enough to serve as ideal conduits for the Metal-Dowsing Art's sensing power.
The scholar above naturally