The woman's figure moved so fast it became a blur. Almost instantly, she snatched the blood-soaked steamed bun from the old woman's hand, then brought the edge of her palm down on the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious. As the old woman crumpled, she pushed off with her toes, pivoted at the hips, and lashed out with her left leg, springing like a bowstring straight toward the shadowy figure's head.
The man beneath the cloak was no ordinary opponent. Without advancing or retreating, he whipped his arm out like a tiger's claw, sending a sharp rush through the air as he struck at the long leg sweeping toward him like a crescent moon.
Hand and foot collided, and the terrible force within the blows drove both of them several steps back. The cloaked man tried to turn and flee, but the woman read his intent. Pushing off with her toes again, she lunged at him, exchanging blow after blow and giving him no chance to escape.
"Who exactly are those two?" Zeng Mu murmured as he watched from a distance.
When he had jumped out the window to follow her earlier, he had already deduced that she had suddenly run out of the palace. In other words, she was probably an important guest invited to the banquet. Why would someone like that rush out in the middle of the night and fight an even more mysterious cloaked man?
Although neither of them emitted any light, the energy spilling from their exchanges had already confirmed to Zeng Mu that they were both Elementalists.
Unable to work out who they were, he could only watch for now. Once he knew whom to help, he would find the right moment to intervene.
As the two combatants moved farther away, Zeng Mu