Sick and fragile? 

The guard barely managed to raise his arm in defense, but the impact still knocked him off balance. He stumbled, crashing into the wall. 

He immediately got up, his eyes burning with rage, ready to strike again. But before he could launch his attack, Xia Lihua jammed her elbow into his side. He doubled over, clutching his ribs in agony.

Didn't his boss say that this woman was sick and fragile? 

Yet here she was fighting with such strength?!

He could hardly believe it. Her movements were fluid, controlled, and devastatingly effective. Some of her moves even matched those of Yang Lingyun.

He had witnessed Yang Lingyun's skills firsthand—his techniques were unstoppable, a blend of raw power and precise moves.

No matter how many times they trained under Yang Lingyun, they couldn't master those moves. 

But Xia Lihua? She executed them flawlessly, as if they were second nature to her.