The movents of both were extrely fast, akin to lightning flashing.
At this mont, 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 tis, 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.
All of Bao Country’s enemies around Yanran moved.
They coordinated seamlessly, advancing and retreating in order; in a twinkling, the enemy with the badly injured shin was replaced, and another enemy took his place.
Facing attacks launched from both sides, Yanran swiftly lowered her posture, spreading her legs in a split on the ground, her steel claws ruthless as they reached for the foes’ hands.
One foe reacted a little too slowly. Yanran’s steel claw grazed his wrist; the action was light, yet it left a long and deep wound on the enemy’s hand, blood pouring out from the gash.
The injured enemy couldn’t even hold his dagger anymore.
Another flicker in the encircling of his enemies—the wounded enemy had just caught his breath, hoping to retreat outside, but Yanran had no intention of letting him leave.
Her steel claw danced amidst the enemy encirclent, her body continuously spinning; seizing upon the slight chaos as they changed guards, Yanran suddenly launched a full-force attack.
In this battle, the enemies had swapped guards before, but the present foe had failed to adapt. This made the defending side a bit careless.
When Yanran suddenly attacked during their switch, it caught them unprepared, temporarily disrupting their rhythm.
Opportunity knocks but once.
This was also imparted by her teacher from Earth’s Hua Family Country, who had once explained in detail the aning behind this phrase to Yanran.
He even listed specific examples to make her understand why this saying had been passed down for millennia.
Indeed, there was no rcy for the enemy.
The opponent’s attack ca to an abrupt halt; he held his throat with both hands, continuously spewing bloody froth, nonsensical sounds escaping his mouth as he fell backward to the ground.
It was rely the first enemy casualty on their side.
Of course, this was rely the beginning.
With one person short, their tactics revealed more weaknesses, and through constant battles, Yanran was increasingly familiar with their attack patterns.
Another foe collapsed miserably on the ground, his side opened by Yanran’s claw, blood mixed with shattered bodily tissues spewing from the wound.
The injured man staggered a few steps before his legs buckled, rendering him immobile.
Despite the fact that two teammates had fallen to this Extraterrestrial Planet girl’s hands, these foes did not panic nor lose fighting spirit.
Their expressions rely grew more solemn, their strikes more cautious.
Yanran imdiately understood their intentions; ostensibly for self-preservation, they were actually stalling, awaiting reinforcents.
Snorting coldly, Yanran mused, why would she allow them such a chance? They had been out for quite so ti; if they hurried, they’d still make it for lunch.
Yanran accelerated her assault.
Another enemy cried out, yet his luck was good; under this Extraterrestrial Planet girl’s assault, he took a tily step back, evading the risk of having his belly ruptured by her steel claws.
Suddenly, one foe advanced instead of retreating, dodging Yanran’s attacks aid at vital points, slowly approaching her. Concurrently, his companions intensified their assault, with two sustaining minor wounds yet refusing to retreat, fervently attacking Yanran.
A thread of foreboding suddenly surfaced in her heart; almost without pausing, Yanran suddenly elevated her form—just as rapidly, the enemy that dared approach her stretched his arms wide, risking Yanran’s assault to firmly grasp her.
The enemy’s attack strategy was all or nothing. They knew of Yanran’s weakness from countless battles; they exploited this vulnerability audaciously.
Unfortunately, Yanran’s awareness was too keen; she swiftly jumped, escaping his grasp as he looked up involuntarily at Yanran in mid-air.
Breaking free from the encirclent, Yanran launched herself upward, swung her hand, and embedded her steel claws into the ceiling. After a brief pause, she sorsaulted in mid-air, landing outside the ring of enemies.
Seizing the opportunity as the foes hadn’t organized into an attack formation, Yanran launched another offensive.
Outside the encircling ring, the enemy’s attack lost impact; under Yanran’s powerful offense, they couldn’t mount effective resistance.
With a "thud" twice again, two more collapsed to the ground, their hearts exposed, blood spurting rapidly, staining the floor red.
The first attackers on their side barely heeded the shinbone pain, struggling to charge up, simultaneously ordering: "Retreat!"
Those attacking Yanran seed not to hear, persistently launching attacks.
"Retreat!" the leading man roared furiously, his tone leaving no room for doubt. Several others retreated slowly from the battle circle amidst their companions’ cover.
The few remaining struggled dingy under Yanran’s tempestuous assault.
The leader charged up, grasping daggers in both hands, moving broadly to fend off Yanran’s attacks, shielding remaining team mbers to retreat: "Retreat!"
Those already present froze; if they retreated further, their leader couldn’t possibly escape safely.
Yanran and Ba Lv were embroiled within the team; though luck had spared them the enemy’s plots, they were now ensnared within their foes’ encirclent.
Moreover, those encircling them were special operatives; they not only possessed remarkable skills but also had strong team consciousness, disregarding personal gains or losses, even ready to sacrifice themselves for the group or the team’s sake.
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