But this time, Lin Mu had already learned his lesson and patiently played along with her, so Lin Mu quickly stepped to Sharapova's side, swung his Iron Fist to launch a lightning attack. However, Sharapova was no rookie; she didn't dodge but reached out to meet it.
"Damn!" Lin Mu cursed inwardly, seeing Sharapova hardily grabbing his wrist, attempting a takedown maneuver. Lin Mu quickly spun to the side, but Sharapova's speed was unexpectedly fast. She swiftly pulled him forward and then struck Lin Mu with a solid punch to his chest.
This punch was not a typical woman's soft punch but a solid, heavy blow, even more powerful than a man's, which pushed Lin Mu back over a meter. Lin Mu rubbed his chest; there was a slight pain, but it was not serious.
"Hey, girl, your massage technique isn't bad!"
