He suddenly unleashed a Tiger Fist, striking squarely and directly at Mengdie...
However, Mengdie didn't dodge; as the distance between them grew closer and closer and closer... until only a few centimeters remained.
"I've got her!"
Just then, when Feng Yi thought he had succeeded, he unexpectedly grasped at empty air, stumbling forward several steps, completely unable to comprehend. Just a moment ago, he and that Mengdie seemed so close within reach, so why had she disappeared in the instant before contact? This was no illusion, as long years of combat experience had instilled in Feng Yi an instinctual sense of the battlefield. He could scent his opponent's presence, the proximity between them, and even the faint whiff of a fresh fragrance emanating from her body.
Yet he had missed her all the same.
"No, it can't be..."
