The movements of both were extremely fast, akin to lightning flashing.
At this moment, the surrounding foes still hadn't reacted.
Yanran's left and right steel claws blocked the enemy's attack from both sides, simultaneously her low sweep struck the enemy's shinbone.
In just a breath, before the foe could retreat or evade, Yanran's low sweep had struck the enemy's shins six or seven times, a painful expression appeared on the enemy's face. He gritted his teeth, striving not to scream, but a suppressed groan escaped nonetheless.
The severe pain from his shinbone made that leg almost unable to touch the ground, forcing him to lightly tiptoe on the surface.
A cold smile flashed across Yanran's face, and her steel claws darted straight for the enemy's face.
Her encircling enemies began to move.
With a brief and commanding call from one enemy, two adjacent foes to Yanran suddenly launched an attack, their daggers targeting Yanran's defense.
