Although Zhao Yingkong had not unleashed the power of her primary personality, even in this state, she was a rare and formidable opponent. Whether it was in terms of physical skills, combat techniques, physical fitness, or battle awareness, the knowledge and training inherited from her family of assassins made her superior to others with the same level of power... Of course, if she were up against someone far beyond her level, the odds of victory were still slim.
Leonhart moved with lightning speed, casting only a large, fleeting shadow in the eyes of ordinary onlookers before reappearing behind Zhao Yingkong. Even the members of the Team China only saw a blur of countless bats. As Leonhart materialized behind Zhao Yingkong, his hand reaching out for her shoulder seemed no more than a lover's gentle pat. But only Zhao Yingkong could hear the rushing sound of his clawed strike, as threatening as an oncoming truck. Had it made contact, it would have shattered bones.
