As Wufu's words fell, she leaped into the air with a shout, "Liu Jin, get out of the way."
Liu Jin quickly ran under a tree so as not to obstruct the girl's path; indeed, he had forgotten that this young lady was not the fragile type.
The hunter, seeing Wufu fly up, was momentarily stunned. By the time he came to his senses, Wufu had already approached him, her hands pressing on his shoulders as she forcefully drove her knee upward into his chin. With a spin, she kicked him to the ground.
It all happened in an instant— the hunter was sent flying a meter away, a sweetness rising in his throat as he turned his head to cough up a mouthful of blood.
Seeing the blood-stained grass, the hunter was startled; he hadn't expected that this seemingly delicate girl would possess such strength.
Actually, the hunter wasn't foolish. It was the sight of the dead tiger and Wufu's appearance that caused him to lose the vigilance and judgment a hunter should have.