anwhile, the other black-clothed man’s blade had already co dangerously close to Li Zhi’s face when he suddenly saw his comrade being pushed towards him. Startled, he forcefully stopped his blade in midair.
Ran Yan snatched the knife from the subdued black-clothed man’s hand, pressed her knee onto his back, grabbed his hair to lift his head up, and without hesitation, she slashed his throat.
In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain.
Ran Yan stood behind him, with only a few drops of blood splattered on her snow-white garnt.
With that blow, she had severed both the black-clothed man’s major artery and windpipe.
The other black-clothed man was stunned by the scene before him, not shocked by Ran Yan’s killing technique, but he had never imagined that a frail woman could instantly kill his brother, who was not weak in martial arts. At this mont, his own strength was slowly slipping away.
He gritted his teeth, slid his palm against the blade, and tried to stimulate himself with the pain.
Ran Yan stood up with the knife and faced the black-clothed man, slowly retreating towards Wu iniang and Li Zhi.
When she was outside the room, Ran Yan had already formulated a rough plan in her mind: she must seize the opportunity to kill one of them first; otherwise, this might beco her deathbed. Therefore, upon entering, she had observed the situation inside the room amidst the dust, and imdiately chose to pounce on the black-clothed man who was swinging his blade, putting all her strength into every move without any hesitation.
She knew that the elent of surprise and the speed and ruthlessness of her attack was the only reason she had a chance to kill the enemy. Now, in an open confrontation with knives drawn, even if her adversary was under the influence of sedatives, she wasn’t confident of winning, given that they were skilled in martial arts.
Wu iniang stared blankly at Ran Yan. She had been lying on top of Li Zhi and hadn’t seen the entire process of Ran Yan defeating her opponent, but she saw the last stroke very clearly. Her body was shaking slightly; however, what she felt inside wasn’t fear but rather an inexplicable excitent as if sothing dormant inside her had been awakened, giving her an unknown thrill. A vague outline took shape deep in her heart, and at that mont Wu iniang wasn’t aware that this thing was called—ambition, the ambition for power over life and death.
The black-clothed man felt that he could no longer afford to delay. The effects of the hallucinogens he had been exposed to felt different from any other ti. They did not diminish with exercising to force it out, nor did they ease with fresh air intake; on the contrary, the longer the ti, the stronger the drug’s effect beca.
The thought flashed by, and the black-clothed man suddenly lunged forward, his knife slashing towards Ran Yan’s abdon like lightning.
Ran Yan had no ti to dodge and reflexively used her knife to block.
Clang!
The clash of weapons forced Ran Yan’s knife back onto her abdon, almost embedding into her flesh.
Ran Yan was horrified. With such force, she didn’t know how long she could withstand. All the guards of Linde Hall were concentrated in the main hall and the gardens; there was no possibility of reinforcents.
If the officials were besieged in the main hall and trying to quell a rebellion, Xiao Song’s chances of coming out were not great either.
Since there were no reinforcents, she had only herself to rely on for rescue.
In an instant, the shadow of the blade ca at her again. The black-clothed man moved extrely fast with his knife, and Ran Yan had no ti to dodge, only able to block it forcefully once more.
This ti, the force was even greater than before, causing Ran Yan’s palms to throb with pain, feeling warm liquid flowing out, but she dared not look down.
They say the best defense is offense, but that’s when there isn’t a significant disparity in strength between the two sides. In a case like Ran Yan’s and the black-clothed man’s, where there was a huge gap in their abilities, if Ran Yan couldn’t find a chance to kill him instantly like she did before, and instead foolishly attacked head-on, she would be full of openings and might be the one to be killed in an instant.
In her current situation, Ran Yan could only fortify her defense step by step, hoping to last until the peak effect of the drug took hold.
But things didn’t look optimistic. The room was vast, and it was hard to tell how much of the drug the black-clothed man had inhaled. If he hadn’t inhaled much, he could likely persist with sheer willpower until she showed a weakness.
From the current situation, it seed that this process wouldn’t take long.
The black-clothed man didn’t give himself or Ran Yan any chance to breathe, following up with a violent onslaught like a fierce storm.
Ran Yan had only so knowledge of Taekwondo, how could she have experienced such rapid and fierce attacks? After barely managing to cope, her body was already covered with nurous cuts, and fresh blood quickly blood many bright red flowers on her white garnt, but fortunately, she had protected all her vital areas.
The blood flowing from her palms made the knife handle slippery, and it felt like it could slip out of her hand at any mont.
Li Zhi had already fainted from fright, and Wu iniang was weak all over, but seeing Ran Yan struggling alone, she persisted in moving to the side, constantly grinding against the ropes. Determined, she bit her own lip, and the sharp pain gave her a mont of clarity, her strength seemingly returning a bit. She continued to grind against the ropes eagerly.
anwhile, Ran Yan was gasping for air, her body showing more than a dozen deep and shallow wounds. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote for it at Qidian (qidian) with recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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