Leng Xing stood up, raising her hand like a swift blade, carrying an icy edge, and swung it down at Wen Xiangyang without hesitation.
Leng Xing moved with the speed of a gust of wind, and Wen Xiangyang, relying on years of training, narrowly managed to dodge the slap, stumbling backward several steps.
Seeing that she couldn't even land a hit on Wen Xiangyang, Leng Xing's anger surged, her eyes burning with rage. She slammed a foot onto the sofa and launched herself toward Wen Xiangyang, aiming directly at his chest with a fierce kick.
The sudden turn of events startled everyone in the café. They watched in shock as Leng Xing leaped through the air, aiming a kick at Wen Xiangyang. Just as everyone held their breath in panic for Wen Xiangyang, some even shutting their eyes because they didn't dare to watch what would happen, a miracle occurred.