Chapter 636 - 660: Failure at the Final Step
This woman truly is an expert. Even faced with John Brown’s surprise attack, she quickly reacted, planting her feet and propelling herself backward.
The last thing John Brown wanted was for her to widen the distance between them, so in that moment, he absolutely couldn’t allow that to happen. He forcefully pushed off with his feet, his explosive power further increasing his speed.
While John Brown launched his attack with full preparation, the woman had to change her tactics hurriedly. It’s like running a hundred meters; the sprint is definitively faster than just starting out, especially since John was moving forward towards her while she was retreating backward. The difference in speed was incomparable.
But the woman also knew that retreating like this could never match John Brown’s speed. Her goal was to first evade his punches and look for a chance to throw her knife again. At this distance, she was confident in her ability to kill John Brown.
Her thinking wasn’t wrong, and her choice was not incorrect either. Unfortunately, she was up against John Brown, the top expert of the Hawk Squad. In all of SSUP Country, it was hard to say if anyone could match him. Putting aside her throwing knives, when it came to sheer skill, she had some discrepancies compared to John Brown.
Watching as the distance between them shortened instead of widening, John Brown’s fist drew ever closer, and as the room wasn’t big, her rapid retreat brought her back up to the wall quickly, meaning she had nowhere left to retreat.
A fierce glint flashed across the woman’s eyes. She let out a sharp yell, and her body suddenly leaned back forcefully, combining her movements with her backstep, dodging John Brown’s fist that was about to strike her chest. At the same time, she kicked upwards with one of her legs right at the space between John Brown’s legs.
John Brown noticed the cold glint flashing from the tip of her shoe—there was a sharp weapon there too. He couldn’t afford to be careless. His attacking right fist immediately swung downward. If she continued to kick, his punch would land on her abdomen before her leg could reach him, possibly leaving her without the strength to lift her leg.
"Ding..." A very faint sound, like a mosquito’s buzz, suddenly rang out. Despite his intense concentration, John Brown heard it, and a sense of crisis surged from her foot.
John Brown reacted swiftly, twisting his body strangely backward, alternating his left and right feet on the ground, spinning twice like a gyro in a circus performance, narrowly avoiding a cold glint. That cold glint came from her shoe tip.