Ono and Paolo, seeing Zhao Shengshi beaten, had long been itching for a fight, rubbing their hands in eagerness. At Zhao Shengshi's command, they immediately charged towards Linghu Baimei, who stood at the entrance of the fourth-floor staircase.
"Hmph, overestimating yourselves!"
A hint of cold light flashed in Linghu Baimei's charming eyes, and with a flick of her delicate hand, two chips shot out, striking Ono and Paolo, who had reached the middle of the staircase, in the chest.
Ono and Paolo were merely Yellow Level Martial Artists, while Linghu Baimei had already joined the ranks of Heaven Level Experts. The disparity in strength between them was like heaven and earth. Ono and Paolo going against Linghu Baimei was akin to an egg smashing against a rock—their defeat was predictable.