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Ye Zheng was taunting Boss Cha when he heard the sharp sound of wind breaking. He nimbly shook his head and dodged.

On the wall of the alleyway, a strangely shaped throwing knife had sunk into the wall by more than two inches. It was obvious that the attacker's hand strength and skill was very outstanding.

"Who?"

Ye Zheng let go of Boss Cha and turned his head to look. Under the dim light, a tall girl was standing behind him. Although she did not say anything, her body was emitting a cold hostility.

"With the virtue that the Boss Cha has, he actually has such an assistant?"

Ye Zheng mocked.

The unfamiliar woman's long brown hair fluttered in the wind as she walked towards Ye Zheng in large strides.

Although it was already nightfall, this woman was still wearing an exaggerated looking pair of sunglasses. Under the dim light, Ye Zheng could see that her skin was fair, her looks beautiful, her face expressionless.

"Halt."

Ye Zheng's voice was low and powerful.

The unfamiliar woman remained unmoved as she moved faster and faster, until she was less than ten meters away from Ye Zheng.

She wore a black business suit with the hem covering her knees. The front part of the skirt was surprisingly high.

She had a pair of long, firm, jade legs wrapped in black silk, and wore an exaggerated nine inch high heels.

She was dressed like a white-collar worker or secretary, but her walking posture was full of strength. Clearly, she had been trained in combat.

"I've never had a good relationship with women."

Ye Zheng remained on guard and mocked himself.

The unfamiliar woman's actions were too fast for him to see, her wrist nimbly shook, two cold rays of light pounced towards Ye Zheng.

Ye Zheng knew that she was an expert who used throwing daggers, so he wanted to use his fingers to pinch her, but he was worried that there was poison on her weapon, hence he leaned back and kicked out his right leg, sending the two daggers flying far away.

The strange woman's figure flashed, she was already in front of Ye Zheng, her body fiercely spinning, her long firm leg ferociously kicking at Ye Zheng's head.

Ye Zheng lowered his body, and was prepared to sweep and kick his opponent's supporting leg. In the midst of fighting, facing a high level sweeping kick, attacking his supporting leg was a very practical move.

The unfamiliar woman was experienced, the moment she swept her leg high up, she jumped, and Ye Zheng's sweep kick actually missed.

At this time, the unfamiliar woman's body leapt into the air and kicked Ye Zheng's temple, neck and chest three times in a row.

She wore exaggerated high-heeled shoes. If she was kicked in the front, even if she wasn't hurt, it would still hurt her to the bone.

The unfamiliar woman's leg was as fast as lightning, but Ye Zheng's hands were even faster, as he fiercely grabbed onto her ankle and threw her body away.

The unfamiliar woman's body was flung into the air, and just as she was about to collide into the wall, Ye Zheng's figure flashed, grabbed her wrist, and forcefully pulled her to the ground.

Who knew that not only was the other party not grateful, but his concealed fist had struck Ye Zheng's chin. Ye Zheng staggered a step forward as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I almost bit my tongue."

Ye Zheng grinned.

Ever since he got to know Xiao Chuhuan, he faced all the "unscrupulous unruly females who fight to the death".

It was no wonder that he was so used to it. He wasn't the least bit angry after taking a punch from this woman.

The unfamiliar woman's face did not show any sign of guilt, she waved her palm, and her left leg suddenly kicked Ye Zheng in the ribs. Ye Zheng blocked the attack, and her opponent's right leg struck Ye Zheng's lower abdomen.

In the blink of an eye, the leg method of the unfamiliar woman appeared consecutively. Stepping, side kick, back kick, hook kick, spin kick, their power was sharp and powerful, his techniques were complex and complex, at that moment, Ye Zheng only had the strength to resist.

There was a saying: fight three times with your fists, and hit seven times with your legs.

Many people's understanding was that the importance of leg method was more important than fist techniques.

Ye Zheng scoffed at this view, the proverb "leg"

The meaning of the word 'footwork' was actually 'footwork'.

As long as one was able to grasp precise and nimble footwork, advance and retreat with skill, one would be able to maintain a suitable distance from the opponent, protect oneself, and assault the opponent.

Towards those complicated leg method, Ye Zheng's comment was that they were "showcases".

However, today, this stranger's martial skills, towards Ye Zheng, were overturned.

Her legs were much more nimble than an ordinary martial artist's hands. Not only were her moves many times more exquisite, but she also had a lot of strength.

Although the unfamiliar woman was strong, Ye Zheng had trained hard, and if he tried to kill him, she would not be able to open up dozens of moves.

Ye Zheng was obsessed with martial arts and was curious about the style and techniques of this strange woman. His main focus was on defense, which was why she had been able to fight until now.

Xiao Chuhuan's fighting techniques were strange and unpredictable.

Just in terms of leg method s, the woman in front of them was far above them.

Thinking about how Gao Xiaowen had died, Ye Zheng's heart suddenly turned sour.

After a moment of distraction, the unfamiliar woman suddenly propped herself up on the ground with her right hand and pushed out with both legs. "Peng!"

With a muffled sound, it hit Ye Zheng in the chest.

Ye Zheng's body was actually kicked flying into the air, his back colliding with the wall, rebounding backwards, almost causing him to kneel down on one knee.

"How preposterous!"

Ye Zheng thought.

His body was vigorous and strong, and he had the protection of inner strength. Although his chest was in pain, he was not injured.

Seeing that Ye Zheng had been kicked away, the unfamiliar woman did not spare him. Stepping on the ground with her left foot, she kicked up high with her right foot, aiming at Ye Zheng's chin.

Ye Zheng lept up like a leopard, extended his arm and grabbed her right leg and knees, then twisted forcefully, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Surrender!"

Ye Zheng's arm grabbed the unfamiliar woman's right leg tightly, preventing her from moving.

This is joint technique.

One of the "Legs Fixation Skill"

If he could bring his movements to the end, he could easily break the opponent's leg bones.

The unfamiliar woman fell to the ground, gritting her teeth in pain. However, she was unwilling to beg for mercy.

"Surrender!"

Ye Zheng ordered loudly as he increased the strength of his joints.

The strange woman wanted to use her other leg to stomp on Ye Zheng, but she fell on the ground.

Her leg joints made a gurgling sound

The sound was painful to the bone, yet he forced himself not to admit defeat. He merely snorted twice.

Facing this stubborn woman, Ye Zheng couldn't bear to break her legs, so he released his arms and stood to the side.

The unfamiliar woman stood up awkwardly. Her body and hair were covered with dust, and her right leg was in pain. She was unable to stand steadily.

"That's it."

Ye Zheng smiled as he suggested.

The unfamiliar woman did not utter a word. Although she was wearing sunglasses, Ye Zheng could feel the coldness and anger in her eyes behind those sunglasses.

"Can't you talk?"

Ye Zheng asked.

The unfamiliar woman suddenly opened her arms. From her sleeves, a pair of sharp short knives slipped into her hands.

She held the sabre in both hands and slightly spread her legs, looking ready to fight to the death.

Ye Zheng stood in front of her in a calm and composed manner. Although he did not assume a vigilant stance, his bones and muscles were ready to strike.

"Stop!"

A thick male voice came from the alleyway.