Soon enough, Hao Shasha charged up to Ou Lan.
Ou Lan looked her over carefully. She kept calling Ou Lan a weakling, but to Ou Lan, it seemed like Hao Shasha was the real weakling—shorter and so thin that it looked like a gust of wind could knock her over.
At a height of 150 centimeters, and being skinny, Hao Shasha looked like a little child standing in front of the 168-centimeter-tall Ou Lan.
However, her arrogance was palpable, as if she possessed some martial arts ultimate technique.
Ou Lan looked down at this weakling and scratched her ear in contemplation. What good would come of hitting someone like her?
While she hesitated, Hao Shasha, like a fighting rooster, puffed herself up and aimed a kick at her.
Seeing that Ou Lan didn't react, Lin Ziran urgently shouted, "Ou Xiaolan, what are you thinking? Fight back!"
Ou Lan watched Hao Shasha kick at her and without a second thought, she extended her hands and poked at her eyes with more speed than Hao Shasha.
