"Ding ding…" A series of metallic clangs rang out as Li Yifei's usually infallible Flying Needles were unexpectedly repelled by the dark shadow, which hurdled off the edge of the cliff without slowing down.
Li Yifei rushed to the edge of the cliff. Suddenly, two streaks of cold light shot up from below. Li Yifei tilted his head back, avoiding the chilly gleams. He peered down once more but could see nothing in the darkness.
Li Yifei furrowed his brow, filled with shock. The figure he had just seen seemed dainty, and there was a faint fragrance lingering in the air—surely, it was a woman. Such a petite figure possessed the strength to block his Flying Needles, a capability Li Yifei could not attribute to any woman he knew.
If the opponent had taken some drugs, that would have been one thing, but if she had not and still possessed such strength, that would be truly terrifying. She would be a formidable adversary; even face-to-face, Li Yifei was not confident in his victory.