After spinning mid-air, Sang Ning managed to adjust her center of gravity, softening the impact upon landing.
Both Hu Yaoji and the driver immediately closed in on her, showing no mercy just because Sang Ning was a girl—each of their blows landed solidly, and every move was ruthlessly executed.
It was Sang Ning's first time facing such relentless fighting machines. She retaliated with full force for every punch, aiming specifically at their most vulnerable spots for maximum damage.
But the driver and Hu Yaoji seemed like anomalies of evolution, completely devoid of pain. Instead, their eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty excitement, growing more fired up as the fight dragged on.
Sang Ning shook her wrist out, her hands now aching so much they had turned numb, yet she still couldn't manage to wear the two of them down.
For the first time, Sang Ning felt a slight sense of defeat in this fight. Was this what they call an inherent racial advantage?
