The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 938 The little cotton-padded jacket leaks air

The transition from stillness to movement took less than a second.

In the last second, Cassandra was a flower rooted in the soil, and in the next second, she turned into an agile mountain cat.

There was not a single unnecessary movement in the entire action. If David was there to praise her, he would have blurted it out long ago. Just considering this simple action, there were no more than five people in the entire Assassin's League who could do it better than Cassandra.

You have to know that she is less than eight years old now. In the entire Assassin's League, no, maybe in the entire world, there is no one more talented than her.

But there is no one in the world who can defeat him, a visitor from heaven.

In the vast universe, human beings are indeed a tiny grain of sand. Some aliens can rely on their own physical abilities to surpass the ten years of hard training of humans.

The bullfrogs' race, the Cursed Star people, are an extremely warlike race, otherwise Cursed Star would not have fallen into a civil war that lasted for billions of years.

Billions of years are enough time for a race to evolve. It is impossible to know what the Cursed Star people looked like at the beginning, but before the destruction of the Cursed Star, they looked like the Bullfrogs now.

Billions of years of fighting have evolved them into their current appearance, which is theoretically the most suitable appearance for fighting.

The bullfrog's eyes hidden under the sunglasses have been following Cassandra's movements. The speed is far beyond that of ordinary people, and it is not unreachable in front of the evil curse aliens whose physical fitness is superior to that of humans.

Cassandra's fingers had just reached the bullfrog's chin when they were clamped by the latter's hand.

The unique three fingers were like the claws of a claw machine, firmly clamping Cassandra's right hand. The latter only needed to exert a little force to know that she was far from being a match for the other party in terms of strength.

In that case, let's change the strategy. Cassandra's right arm began to twist like a snake, and the bones in her arm seemed to be non-existent.

It looked like some kind of martial art incorporating yoga techniques.

Bullfrog made a judgment at a glance. It seemed that Cassandra wanted to use Sister Yu's method to break free from his control, but was it really that simple?

Bullfrog is very confident in his own strength, and there is no way Cassandra can escape his control with this technique.

However, what Bullfrog did not expect was that Cassandra suddenly changed her tactics. After making sure that her hands were firmly restrained by the opponent, the constantly twisting arms gave Cassandra strength, allowing her to fly into the air.

Cassandra lay on her side in the air, and her left foot, which had been ready for a long time, kicked out in the air, making a sound like a sword cutting through the air.

Bullfrog was startled and had no time to dodge, so he could only take a deep breath. His already protruding chin and neck now bulged into a ball.

"Duang~"

Cassandra looked at everything happening in front of her in surprise, obviously because everything she saw was beyond her understanding. After all, it was impossible for a human to bulge his jaw to this extent.

Cassandra's kick was so powerful that it even penetrated the bullfrog's jaw a little, and then was bounced away by the elastic jaw.

Yang Le was afraid of breaking Cassandra's arm, so he loosened his hand and let her fly out.

Cassandra flew out in a spin and landed lightly on the ground with a flip. She was even more confused at this time because Yang Le's behavior pattern was completely different from that of other people she had come into contact with.

According to the behavior pattern of the assassins in the Assassin's League, they would never miss such a good opportunity to launch a sneak attack when Cassandra was flying backwards in the air. However, Yang Le not only let her go, but also did not chase her.

“Traditional Kung Fu stops at the limit.”

Bullfrog explained, then stood up straight and hooked his fingers while extending his right hand towards Cassandra.

"Come on, continue the attack."

Cassandra seemed to understand, but she did obey and charged at Yang Le once again. 'This might not be so bad,' Cassandra thought to herself.

...

"Hey!"

Assassin A turned around and found Assassin B standing on the left side of the door looking at him.

"There's been noise coming from behind the door since I opened it a moment ago. Did you hear it?"

"I heard it." Assassin A nodded. "I guess the young lady is exercising, just like how we sometimes stand up and do a few punches while thinking."

"You're right." Assassin B scratched his head. People like them who make a living by their martial arts have to constantly hone themselves. After all, they are doing a job that involves licking blood on the tip of a knife.

The phenomenon mentioned by Assassin A is normal for this group of people. Once they think of something, it is better to stand up and take a few steps than to think about it in vain.

"What are you talking about?"

Assassins A and B shuddered at the same time. They turned around and found that David Cain had walked up to them without them knowing when. They could not even hear the sound of his footsteps, let alone his breathing.

"Leader." ×2
The two assassins bowed their heads at the same time, and Assassin A, who was a little smarter, hurriedly explained.

"We just heard a noise coming from the dojo and were discussing whether we should go in and take a look."

"Is there a sound?" David frowned slightly. "What sound?"

"It sounds like fighting."

"What!?" David was shocked. "Why don't you open the door!"

Cassandra is the precious sword he forged personally, and she is also the assistant designated by Lord Lei Xiaogu as the next generation leader of the Assassin's League. There must be no mistakes.

After saying that, David flashed to the door of the dojo and suddenly opened the door. The heavy wooden door was like a feather in his hand and was easily opened by him.

"Cassandra!"

After the door opened, everything in the dojo came into view. Cassandra, whose name was called, turned around and looked at her father with a puzzled look.

David looked his daughter up and down. Apart from being sweaty and breathing heavily, she looked exactly like when he left her.

After making sure that there was nothing wrong with his daughter, David began to look around the dojo. Just like when he left, there was nothing unusual.

David walked over to Cassandra, squatted down and asked, "What happened?"

Cassandra wiped the sweat from her forehead and shook her head, indicating that nothing had happened.

Because Cassandra grew up right under his nose, David believed that she would never lie to him, so he stopped asking questions and easily believed Cassandra.

David breathed a sigh of relief and turned to greet the two assassins standing at the door. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cassandra secretly glanced at the ceiling.

A ball of soft substance had just slipped into an unnoticed vent. Cassandra heaved a sigh of relief after making sure she could no longer see it.

David didn't know that his little cotton jacket was actually leaking air.

(End of this chapter)