Return [2]

The attackers surrounded Emily, fists and kicks flying from every angle.

Wind swirled around her. Not the natural kind, but the result of their strikes—fist winds, palm winds, all of it coming at her. Each hit wasn't particularly strong, but together, they were relentless. The pressure was real, forcing her to step back.

But Emily wasn't the type to retreat easily.

Not now.

Not with her brother's life on the line.

"Keep pushing!" The rat-faced lackey shouted, grinning with glee. He thought they had her on the ropes.

Xun Bufan stood calmly at a distance, watching.

His plan was simple.

Let the others wear her down. Bit by bit. Attack from every angle, leave no space for her to breathe. Then, when she was finally drained of her energy, he'd step in and end it.

Emily wasn't stupid. She knew what he was doing.

But knowing didn't help much when her body was already nearing its limit.