Lin Lie could never have imagined that Liu Jingyin's fighting style would be so fierce and unstoppable, attack after attack. It was like wave after wave of relentless shelling, aiming to forcefully tear through a solid fortress.
He came from a martial arts family and had been practicing fist techniques since he was a child. Having experienced life-and-death struggles in the military, his martial prowess had been honed to perfection.
Yet, in the face of Liu Jingyin's ferocious and incisive claw technique, he was suppressed, shrinking back with his hands and feet, his fists scratched with streaks of blood.
From the start, he had underestimated Liu Jingyin. She might look like a mere vase to the eye, but in reality, she was battle-hardened and her combat experience was no less impressive than his own.
If it were any other special training instructor, they probably would have been defeated by her by now.