The two bandits wore leather armor, carried long sabers, and had longbows slung at their waists. They were clearly Martial Artists, and skilled ones at that!
As the two approached, one of the bandits said with a lecherous grin, "Hey there, beautiful. I'm Li Hu. What's your name?"
With that, the two reached out their grubby hands, grabbing for Li Mengyao's slim waist.
"You're courting death!"
Seeing this, Li Mengyao's expression soured. She hadn't expected them to be so bold as to try and grope her right in front of her face.
Li Mengyao let out a sharp cry. With a flick of her wrists, gusts of powerful wind shot out, slamming hard into the two bandits' chests.
The force of the blow sent the two bandits stumbling back several steps. They clutched their chests, their faces contorted in pain.
But Li Mengyao didn't stop there. She charged toward them again.
Li Mengyao may have been a woman, but her skills were anything but weak!
She threw a punch, radiating the might of a tiger.
