And Venom, unarmed and barehanded, amidst the fierce slashes, was like an agile doe deftly avoiding the arrows of hunters, dodging Fujiwara Leah's fast and furious cuts from all directions. In the air, Venom turned and twisted as if dancing with shackles on her feet, retreating step by step until she was on the edge of the railing, with nowhere left to retreat.
Yves King saw that Fujiwara Leah's blade was relentless and that Venom had run out of room to back up, thinking to himself that this foreign woman was really stubborn.
To ask her to hold back was not to prevent her from fighting back; if she retreated any further, she would fall. On second thought, he couldn't blame Venom—she had always been ruthless and ferocious in her attacks, she might just deliver a fatal blow,
and knock out this Japanese chick. However, he had only asked her to ease up a little, and now she seemed unsure of how to fight properly.