"Stop, stop, stop!"
With a shout, Wang Rong and Guan Mengyi halted their moves but still held their poses—one with a leg raised, the other with an arm outstretched—it looked quite ridiculous.
"Why didn't you kick her behind the knee just now, instead of her butt?"
Jin descended and said seriously, "She had already turned around, her balance was unstable, and her knee was in its weakest state. One kick there and she would have kneeled, then follow up immediately with Folded Plum Hand, and her neck would be broken. What's the use of kicking her butt? At most, she'd fly out and actually create distance..."
Wang Rong was sweating profusely and said, "I didn't think of that at the time, and I also can't really break her neck, you know."
"I'm watching over here, what are you afraid of?"
