Lena Xu's face was icy, her eyes blazing with anger.
"What the hell does it have to do with you?"
Martin Wu glanced sideways. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his muscles intimidating since childhood. Standing there, he was much taller and far more robust than Lena Xu.
He looked down at Lena Xu, his gaze full of impatience.
"If you've got nothing to do, stand aside! I don't consider them my people!"
Martin Wu had barely finished speaking when, unexpectedly, Lena Xu already moved.
She suddenly punched, lightning-fast, the wind from her fist sharp and fierce, her movements clean without a hint of hesitation. In an instant, her fist was already in front of Martin Wu!
"Watch out!"
Leon Lu's heart jolted; he shouted a warning.
Grace Liu cried out in shock, Gloria Rong's expression tightened. Neither had expected that a girl with a similar build to theirs could suddenly explode with such powerful combat strength.
Selina Wu's expression shifted slightly; she unconsciously tightened her grip on Evan's wrist.
Frank Bi and Calvin Zheng, standing closest to Martin Wu, only saw a blur in front of their eyes.
Bang!
Martin Wu reached out, his broad palm catching Lena Xu's delicate yet fierce fist. The force transmitted from her fist tip made Martin pause for a moment.
It was unexpectedly strong, and incredibly fast.
If Martin Wu hadn't gone through high-intensity training recently, he might not have been able to hold his ground—he could've taken that punch right to the head.
"Are you nuts?"
Martin Wu roared, tightening his grip on Lena Xu's fist, ready to forcefully control her.
But Lena Xu had zero intention of stopping. She pushed off with one leg, her body springing up, arching her waist, and in the next instant, she moved like an arrow—her kick shot straight at Martin Wu's face.
"Shit!"
Martin Wu jumped in shock, cursed, but his other hand shot out cleanly and blocked Lena Xu's kick with perfect timing.
But as her kick landed on his wrist, Martin Wu felt a sharp pain shoot through his arm.
"Down you go!"
Missing her first strike, Lena Xu instantly shifted, stomping sideways on Martin Wu's thigh, using that force to swing upward—her long, straight leg suddenly hooked around Martin Wu's neck, her waist snapping tight, ready to flip him straight to the ground.
Everything happened lightning-fast. Lena Xu's burst of combat power in such a short time drew constant sidelong glances.
Tyler Tai grinned; Tyson Tai, Kyle Liu, and Charles Cheng nearly cheered out loud—they were already plotting how to roast Martin Wu.
Couldn't even beat a girl, and just now he was bragging about taking on four at once?
On Allen Ju's side, everyone looked utterly stunned.
Just as Martin Wu was about to be taken down by Lena Xu's sudden move—
Martin Wu, who'd been on defense almost the whole time, suddenly shouted.