As soon as the words were spoken, action followed.
Chen Ke's eyes narrowed, and he let go of the hilt with his right hand, swiftly grabbing Diana's wrist. Following the joint, he pressed downward and threw her toward the floor.
Diana's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting Chen Ke to have such a move up his sleeve.
But immediately after, she performed a side somersault, unloading the force from Chen Ke twisting her joint.
Chen Ke quickly released her, the move just now being a killer instinct, a type of muscle memory. In that critical moment, for Chen Ke, who was not familiar with swords, it was a better choice to counterattack with his bare hands.
Diana shook her chestnut-colored long hair and looked at Chen Ke, revealing an indescribable smile.
"That was a nice move just now, who taught you that?" Diana asked with a smile.
"Google," Chen Ke replied with a laugh.
