Ning Xia's kick was quick and ruthless, but she hadn't expected the man to move even faster. Effortlessly blocking her strike, she then felt her shoulder twisted with immense force.
As the world seemed to spin around her, her entire body was turned around, and her arm was twisted behind her back, causing her to cry out in pain.
This didn't make sense; her "lethal trio" of moves: poking eyes, sealing throats, were supposed to be unbeatable. With them, she had ruled supreme! All those perverts had never escaped her grasp, and yet she had failed this time?
In her daze, Ning Xia felt the man behind her lean in closer. Her back intermittently touched his chest, and the heat of his breath sprayed on the nape of her neck, creating an extremely ambiguous situation.
Goosebumps erupted all over Ning Xia's body, and she stretched her neck to try to put some distance between them.
