Erin completely abandoned her defense, swinging her fists back and forth, but due to the wound, her movements weren't very large. On Red Falcon's side, he raised one hand to protect his wound and let the other hang down, ready to counterattack at any moment.
"So what exactly are you thinking, Erin?"
Red Falcon looked at this somewhat disheveled woman in front of him. He couldn't decipher her thoughts, like a murky enigma.
"Take a guess?"
As Erin spoke, she suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Red Falcon's head with both hands, and then attempted to knee him fiercely. But Red Falcon directly extended his hand to block, while the other hand guarding the wound launched an offensive.
It was just a disguise; it could be used for defense or attack. This sudden change was beyond Erin's expectations. She had thought, after the previous battles, that Red Falcon would constantly defend his wound. But obviously, he wasn't thinking that at all, or maybe he hadn't even considered it.
