Especially Sharapova, only to see her figure lightly flash, and then she was among the crowd. In the next second, Sharapova's figure swiftly darted about in the crowd, truly a formidable character. Punches and kicks flew, giving the opponents not even a sliver of a chance, followed by a prolonged chorus of ghostly wails and howls.
Chief Police Officer wasn't to be trifled with either. Although she didn't have Sharapova's illusionary and shapeless body movements, her moves were practical—military boxing combined with grappling techniques. Using both fists and feet, she defeated one Lanzai after another, and in no time, more than a dozen of them lay incapacitated on the ground, not one could stand up to resist.
Watching this scene, Pockmarked Face was nearly scared stiff, staring dumbfounded, clearly unable to process the dazzling combat style from just now.
