Chapter 027: Crisis Averted

Breathe... in, breathe... out, breathe... in...

Gwen maintained the rhythm of her breathing over and over, tirelessly, as layers of power were born from her blood, like ripples, flowing into her entire body.

In an instant, Gwen felt her whole body become light, and with each breath, her five senses grew sharper.

She could see more objects, hear fainter sounds, and even feel the slight touch of the wind brushing against her skin as it passed over her body.

In this state, she felt she could do anything.

So when the thug raised his pistol and curled his finger, Gwen knew he was about to fire.

Gwen swiftly sidestepped.

The bullet flew past her eyes and struck the door panel. The speed amazed Gwen; she had never imagined she could dodge a bullet.

But the crisis was not yet over.

Gwen knew this well, so she pushed off the ground with force, her muscles exerting power. With the strength born deep in her blood, she felt as if she had shed a heavy burden.

Her steps were so light she felt she could fly.

Each step on the ground allowed her to run faster and jump higher.

But she forcibly restrained the urge to leap, charging forward with light steps, sprinting to the thug in almost an instant.

At the same time, the combat skills from her dream flashed through her mind like flowing water.

Gwen almost instantly crashed into the thug's embrace, pulling her right hand back continuously like a coiled spring, and when it could stretch no further, she suddenly released it.

In that instant, her fist, empowered by the mysterious force, cut through the air, delivering the most perfect straight punch she had ever thrown!

Bang!

The power of this punch condensed all her anger and unease, as if she had poured all her strength into a single point, then explosively released it. The surging power was unleashed the moment it struck the human body, and the sensation on her fist filled Gwen with heartfelt joy and excitement.

At this moment, she seemed to overlap with her dream self.

The gun-wielding thug, as the sharp pain hit, widened his eyes and opened his mouth as if to let out a hysterical scream, but at that moment, no sound came out.

Because he had lost his voice.

Then came the immense impact.

He could hardly imagine that a slender girl could throw such a powerful punch, like a hammer slamming into his chest.

His whole body slid backward against the dining table, and when he left the table, he fell to the ground with a thud. The intense pain made his brow twitch incessantly.

But he immediately rolled on the ground, enduring the pain, stood up, and raised his hand to aim at the seemingly fragile girl, old George's daughter.

Gwen Stacy, after sending him flying with a punch, quickly retreated, and as he got up, she grabbed a plate from the kitchen counter and threw it at him.

On the other hand, before the thug could aim, a plate flew over, tracing an elegant arc through the air, and struck his wrist.

The thug's wrist stung, and the pistol in his hand fell. He quickly reached out with his other hand to catch the falling gun, but at that moment, another plate flew over, hit the pistol mid-air, and knocked it away.

The thug was greatly startled.

The third plate arrived as expected, striking the thug on the forehead and shattering into a dozen pieces.

The thug staggered back a few steps. Gwen dashed forward, lightly leaped over the meter-wide dining table, and kicked the thug square in the chest.

The thug was sent flying once again.

This time he slammed hard into the wall, then thudded to the floor, unable to get up.

Gwen spun around quickly, picked up the fallen pistol, and aimed it at the thug.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you dead."

The thug froze, lying motionless on the ground.

Though he was vicious, he was no reckless desperado who feared death; his cruelty was reserved for others, not himself. On the contrary, he cherished his own life more than anyone.

Gwen's mother, Helen Stacy, stood up shakily, looking at her daughter, at a loss for words. She had never imagined that her usually well-behaved daughter possessed such remarkable skills.

"When did you learn all this?" she couldn't help asking.

Gwen didn't know how to explain either—she had learned it in her dreams, which was hardly scientific.

"Go get the handcuffs, Mom."

Helen Stacy quickly nodded, went into the bedroom to retrieve the handcuffs hidden in the nightstand, returned to the living room, and cuffed the thug.

With that, both Gwen and Helen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Gwen, when exactly did you learn all this?" Helen brought it up again. She just couldn't understand—her daughter had grown up right under her nose; when could she have learned these things?

Gwen stammered, unable to say anything for a moment.

But neither of them noticed that the thug they had handcuffed, who seemed to have exhausted his tricks, lowered his head and revealed a sinister grin.

His hands, cuffed behind his back, released a trace of cold air.

This cold air easily climbed up the handcuffs, freezing them into ice.

He was a minion of the White Witch, having gained supernatural powers after pledging allegiance to her; otherwise, he wouldn't have come to take revenge on George Stacy.

Although caught off guard by her daughter, he was not discouraged.

Because the victor would still be him.

Taking advantage of the two women's inattention, he gave a hard yank, and the frozen handcuffs shattered into several pieces. Freed from his restraints, he lunged at the two women, releasing powerful cold air from his hands.

At the critical moment, Gwen sensed something wrong. Turning her head, she saw the thug pouncing on her and her mother, and only had time to push her mother to the ground.

"Save them!" Wang Bo commanded.

Bang!

The tightly shut door of the room was instantly blasted to pieces. A figure shot in like lightning, arriving after the fact but before the thug could touch Gwen. In the last second, a hand pressed down on the thug's head and slammed it to the ground with irresistible force.

With a loud crash, the figure directly smashed the thug's head into the floor.

The wooden floor exploded in an instant, cracks splintering in all directions.

The thug fell unconscious almost without a sound.