The muscular soldier crashed against the wall of the alley. Despite his physique, he wasn't a martial artist. He didn't even have time to react as Shen Yun's fist struck him in the center of his head.
The two soldiers stopped and drew their weapons. The other non-martial artist charged forward in an attempt to take revenge. He swung his sword from left to right as he approached with fury, but his movements were sloppy.
Shen Yun had been trained by a core-refining martial artist. Her first technique had been drilled into her brain since she was a child and refined under careful guidance from her grandfather. She stepped to the side, expertly dodging the incoming blade.
The tip of the sword slid past her face as she threw a jab to the soldier's throat. His eyes rolled back as her knuckles pressed against his trachea.
