Fang Xiaocao raised her hand and flung out the hidden weapon.
Dozens of hidden weapons, glistening with cold light, like scattered stars, shot towards the motorcycle woman.
The motorcycle woman immediately wielded the alloy short sword in her hand, flipping it up and down, deflecting all the incoming hidden weapons.
Although Fang Xiaocao's hidden weapons did not harm the motorcycle woman in the slightest, they successfully stopped her advance.
Fang Xiaocao took the opportunity to retreat, once again distancing herself from the motorcycle woman.
Confronting the opponent from afar, she took the chance to scrutinize this mysterious woman in front of her.
The woman wearing a golden mask before her gave Fang Xiaocao a very strange feeling.
It was a feeling both unfamiliar and familiar.
Like an old friend not seen for many years, unexpectedly meeting again in a certain venue.
