In that instant, Yuan Wenren made a judgment.
This guy was attacking on purpose. He truly had the intention to kill anyone in his way.
—What's going on? Does he see me as a martial master from the martial arts school?
Yuan Wenren couldn't draw her gun in time and had to desperately use her hands to block the opponent's kick. However, the opponent's speed was simply too fast. Yuan Wenren's prosthetic body was just a spare temporary one, and her movements couldn't even keep up with her consciousness. Yuan Wenren could only watch in panic as her hands slowly moved in space, completely missing the optimum moment to "block."
She barely managed to use her wrists to parry against the assailant's wheel. But the thug immediately activated the wheel, which generated a lateral force as it spun, altering the direction of the kick and slamming into Yuan Wenren's forehead.
It was a blow that could have mashed her brains into tofu.
