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The blade came hurtling towards them.

Lin Yun did not hesitate.

Her body sprang up from the ground like a spring.

It's not about standing up.

It bounces up.

Like a spring compressed to its limit, it is released in an instant.

The dagger in his hand was used to stab the blurry figure.

It was stabbed into his throat.

fast.

quasi.

ruthless.

Just as Lin Yun said, the best defense is offense.

She has never liked playing defensively.

But Yao Shoude was even faster.

He dodged to the side.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

It was as if they already knew how she would stab him.

It's like I've seen this kind of attack a million times.

The tip of the knife grazed his neck.

It was less than a centimeter off.

At the same time, his knees lifted—

It was aimed at Lin Yun's abdomen.

"Bang--!"

Knees, pressing against the abdomen.

A dull thud.

Lin Yun let out a muffled groan.

His body staggered backward.

Two steps.

Three steps.

But she did not fall.

Her feet were firmly planted on the ground.

Like a nail driven into rock.

Her eyes were fixed on the blurry figure.

His face was obscured by the smoke.

But you can see his outline.

Like a mountain.

A moving mountain.

One —

An indestructible mountain.

"Little girl."

Yao Shoude's voice came through.

With appreciation:

"You're good."

"It's really good."

"Anyone else would have collapsed by now."

"You're still standing."

Lin Yun did not answer.

She just stared at him.

Stare at that outline.

Keep an eye on every possible flaw.

Yao Shoude paused:

"But standing—"

"It might not be useful."

The voice just fell.

His figure suddenly disappeared into the smoke.

It didn't really disappear.

It's moving.

It was as fast as the wind.

Lin Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.

She instinctively rolled to the side—

"Sizzle—!!!"

The dagger sliced ​​across her left arm.

It's not a real injury.

It feels like a soft rubber dagger.

But that cold feeling was exactly the same as a real knife.

She knew—

If this is a real knife.

If this were a battlefield in 1937.

Her arm was ruined.

It can no longer move.

already--

obsolete.

But she didn't stop.

As she rolled, she kicked out.

It wasn't just random kicking.

It was calculated.

It was in the direction that figure was moving.

It's towards the spot where he landed.

"Bang--!"

It hit the target.

What did it hit?

is a person.

It is a body.

Yao Shoude let out a muffled groan.

He staggered backward.

step.

Two steps.

But he did not fall.

He stood firm.

Standing in the smoke.

Standing five meters away.

Look at her.

The smoke gradually thinned out.

Sunlight began to penetrate the white mist.

You can see the other person's face now.

You can see the other person's eyes now.

There was a white mark on Lin Yun's left arm.

Those were marks left by a soft rubber dagger.

According to the rules, this is considered a "minor injury".

Her arm was trembling slightly.

It's not fear.

It hurts.

That moment, even though it was just a simulation.

But the force was real.

She looked at Yao Shoude.

Yao Shoude was also looking at her.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze.

Yao Shoude laughed first.

That smile was strange.

I appreciate it.

There's a surprise.

have--

A thrill of finding a worthy opponent.

"Little girl."

他 说:

"That kick you just gave me—"

"That was a damn accurate shot."

Lin Yun's lips curled up slightly:

"That stab you just gave me—"

"That's a really damn ruthless cut."

Yao Shoude nodded.

He stretched his shoulders.

The dagger spun around in his hand.

"Again?"

Lin Yun gripped the dagger tightly.

"Again."

Two people, moving forward at the same time.

They acted simultaneously.

The daggers clashed in mid-air.

"bite--!"

Although it is soft rubber.

But the sound was so clear and crisp, it sounded just like the real thing.

Lin Yun's knife pierced his ribs.

Yao Shoude's knife slashed towards her wrist.

Lin Yun sheathed his sword and changed his move.

Yao Shoude followed up and suppressed the attack.

Lin Yun took a step back and dodged.

Yao Shoude took a step forward, pressing closer.

The two moved quickly through the smoke.

Like two cheetahs fighting.

Like two wolves fighting for territory.

"How many years have you trained?" Yao Shoude asked.

"Twelve years," Lin Yun replied.

"From when?"

"Ten years old."

Yao Shoude's eyes lit up:

"Ten years old? That early?"

"My family is in the military," Lin Yun said. "I've been training since I was little."

Yao Shoude nodded:

"No wonder."

"No wonder he's so good at fighting."

Lin Yun looked at him:

And you?

"How many years have you been training?"

Yao Shoude smiled:

"Twenty-four years."

"From when I was eighteen until now."

"Not a single day has passed without a break."

Lin Yun's eyes also lit up:

"A veteran of twenty-four years..."

"No wonder I can't beat you."

Yao Shoude shook his head:

"You're not unable to beat me."

"You haven't found my weakness yet."

He paused:

"But it will be soon."

"I sense that you are looking for it."

Lin Yun remained silent.

She was just hitting.

Looking for it.

Testing the waters.

Yao Shoude's defense was impenetrable.

Like a wall.

Like a mountain.

But even the tightest defense has gaps.

Even the strongest mountain has cracks.

She is waiting.

Wait for that gap to appear.

Wait for the crack to grow bigger.

Yao Shoude looked at her.

Look into those eyes.

These pairs—

Eyes that are still thinking even in the midst of battle.

He suddenly laughed:

"Little girl."

Do you know what I admire most about you?

Lin Yun did not answer.

They simply continued their attack.

Yao Shoude continued:

"You're not just good at fighting."

"You'll still think about it."

"That's the scariest part."