Julia looked at Yan Luo, noticing his short, rounded ears, and her lips pressed slightly together.
"Human?"
Hearing this voice, Yan Luo's eyes shifted slightly.
The brown-haired elf's words sounded somewhat familiar, with a hint of an archaic Chinese accent.
The next second, Julia transformed into a whirlwind, suddenly launching an attack; the slender sword at her waist drew a silver line in the air, slicing towards Yan Luo's cheek.
Yan Luo abruptly ducked, his fists clenched at his waist, and unleashed a powerful punch.
The slender sword suddenly changed direction, shifting from a horizontal to a vertical slash, and Yan Luo's fist surged straight upward, crashing unerringly into Julia's wrist.
Julia suddenly sensed something was wrong and hastily withdrew her sword and retreated.
She had a feeling that although she could hurt this human, she herself would be wounded even more severely.
