Feinting in the East, Striking in the West

"Who is Kong Ning?"

A few strikes had sent Jin Chang fleeing in panic. Someone with that kind of strength could not be a nobody.

The crown prince studied the young face on the screen, then turned to Lu Neng, captain of the palace guards.

"Your Highness, I have never heard that name," Lu Neng said awkwardly.

"Then can the martial arts you have learned stop her?" the crown prince asked.

"Her strikes are faster than an arrow loosed from the bow. They would be difficult to defend against," Lu Neng said gravely. "Against such absolute speed, the only response is to remain still, but I do not know how powerful her strikes are!"

Kong Ning was like a ghost on the screen.

Dong Zhongshu's technique could not keep up with her speed, making her figure seem to flicker from place to place. She only appeared on the screen when she stopped.

But judging by the distances she covered and the time she took, everyone understood what sort of speed-based opponent they were facing.

A chill ran through Lu Neng's heart.

Perhaps in the time it took him to raise a hand, her sword would already have pierced an unarmored part of his body.

Against such an opponent, he could only remain still and counterattack from a defensive position for the slimmest chance of fighting back. He might even have to trade his life for a wound.

But they also had to consider the force of her attacks. If she was not a speed-based assassin but possessed both high attack power and high speed, she would undoubtedly be even more terrifying.

Exceptional mobility and armor-piercing ability would let her harvest heads with ease.

It was no different from cavalry fighting infantry.

"How could someone so troublesome have no reputation?" the