Zu An brandished his long spear as he stalked forward one step after another, closing in on Pei Mianman. “Be careful!” he cried out anxiously.

The impact had left him struggling for breath, and there was no way for him to help her even if he wanted to.

However, Pei Mianman didn’t panic. She weaved to and fro, leaning backwards and avoiding her opponent’s vicious attack. Her movements were extremely graceful, as though she were performing a beautiful dance instead of fighting a battle where her life was on the line.

Zu An felt immensely relieved for her. He wasn’t that concerned about Pei Mianman’s flexibility. Instead, his mind was on her voluptuous chest. It was easy enough for the rest of her to avoid the deadly spear, but if she was stabbed in the chest, she would surely die.

Fortunately, she had accounted for that as well. She bent backwards, almost touching the ground, and the spear passed barely half an inch...