Chen Nan, calm and composed, reached down with his left hand like a nimble snake, precisely blocking Zhang Qingxue's whip kick.
His fingertips gently brushed the tendons on the inside of her thigh, instantly causing Zhang Qingxue's entire right leg to go numb.
"Tsk tsk, not a bad leg technique." Chen Nan wore an amused smile, a hint of mischief in his eyes: "Just too treacherous, attacking the lower paths. Is this what the Zhang clan's dojo taught you?"
"You!" Zhang Qingxue trembled with anger, her fair cheeks turning bright red in an instant.
As the cherished daughter of the Zhang clan's dojo, when had she ever been humiliated like this?
Her almond-shaped eyes were practically spitting fire!
She quickly retracted her leg and stepped back, drawing a fierce arc with her hands before her chest, spinning like a top with great speed.
