Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 142.013. Double Darts
"boom--"

Haruko Sada could hear an explosion coming from the direction of the brothel, with flames shooting into the sky.

Her eyes widened, completely unaware that Jin Ziyue would cause such a commotion, and she clenched her hands in front of her.

"I hope nothing bad happens to this guy."

The flames caused a series of secondary explosions in the gas pipelines, and from afar, one could hear customers and young girls on the first and second floors fleeing in panic.

You could faintly hear women screaming and men shouting.

The explosion occurred on the third floor. The walls on the second floor were slightly affected, and although the shaking was significant, thanks to good earthquake resistance experience, the walls did not collapse.

Jin Ziyue disappeared into the dim light.

He had already left the brothel and stepped onto the asphalt road.

The shadows of the trees rustled.

A cool breeze swept through, carrying with it the pungent smell of blood.

The man stopped, the tip of his umbrella gently touching the ground.

Two White Walkers blocked his path, one in front and one behind.

Yuriko was in a sorry state. The explosion was so sudden that she had no time to defend herself. Her original dress with open shoulders was burned, and she casually threw on a black jacket, revealing her slender white legs.

The woman behind him, wearing wooden clogs, turned sideways, poised to strike, her right hand gripping the hilt of a knife, a short sword at her waist ready to be drawn at any moment.

They were highly focused and followed the scent, finally intercepting the intruder.

The masked man tilted his head and pulled a slender fang from the rib of his umbrella. Under the streetlight, it looked like a shimmering thread.

[Unknown Zeyi]

Those who possess this ability are mostly perceptive and adept at reading between the lines. Any thought or feeling they have is magnified and amplified in their eyes like ripples on a lake, until it is captured. They can sense the inner fluctuations of others, capture and interpret their emotions, and even interfere with or enhance their mental power. With more proficient use, they can gradually achieve the ability to read minds.

It turns out that she uses these emotional fluctuations to capture herself.

Jin Ziyue immediately understood how the other party intended to use it.

This is a highly threatening decree. Unfortunately, the holder's skill level is still insufficient.

Yuriko's heart skipped a beat. She could clearly feel the other party's killing intent rising like flames, but it quickly subsided.

"What do you mean!" she shouted angrily.

The female swordsman behind him lowered her center of gravity, the tassels at the end of her hairpin fluttering. She was also a little disheveled as she dodged the explosion, with a small scar on her forehead and a strand of hair falling from between her eyebrows.

However, this situation is far better than the complete annihilation of Xiuchuan Zong.

[The knife accompanies the last seat]

Everything is ultimately last place. The holder's luck, aptitude, ability, and performance will all be suppressed by the destiny. Even a genius will be suppressed into mediocrity. Years of accumulated strength will be transformed into sword intent, leading to rapid progress in martial arts and swordsmanship. With the mastery of swordsmanship, everything will experience an explosive surge.

A fierce and malevolent pronouncement.

Beneath her half-crying, half-smiling face, the man's expression was obscured.

The Mars has already been scattered by the night wind.

Two White Walkers blocked their retreat from the front and back, making a fierce battle inevitable.

“Chiemi, be careful, he doesn’t seem nervous or scared,” Yuriko said.

Rather than hand-to-hand combat, Yuriko is better at understanding her opponents on a psychological level and uncovering their mental vulnerabilities.

Jin Ziyue knew all too well how difficult this opponent was, so he didn't intend to hold back. Almost as soon as he heard the stomping sound, his figure disappeared from the spot and pounced on Baihezi, who was sensing his emotions.

"He wants to deal with me first." Yuriko remained calm as she pondered her assumptions. Before her, the man's figure loomed like a swarm of crows, the cold glint of his blade slicing through her like a thin thread.

As Jin Ziyue's knife came at her, she turned her body to the side, twisting it into an exaggerated ninety-degree arc, barely managing to dodge the slash. Her left shoulder, which she couldn't completely avoid, was cleanly sliced ​​open, tearing at the flesh and causing it to bleed slightly.

As his blade swept across the female White Walker, half her face turned crimson. She licked her blood and said, "It's no use. I can sense your blade's path. I can basically predict the moves you've planned!"

Jin Ziyue didn't have time to finish him off, because as Yuriko turned to the left to dodge, her red fingernails on her right hand had already turned into sharp claws, aiming for his heart; while the female swordswoman Chiemi behind him also swept in like a gust of wind. Although her kimono had a waist belt that prevented her from crossing wide, she still managed to dart behind Jin Ziyue with an incredible lotus-like step.

Caught between two attacks, Jin Ziyue had no choice but to evade them from the side.

He had just planted his right foot when he twisted his hips, lowered his body, swept his leg, and at the same time raised his right hand high, bending his arm to block Yuriko's hand with his knife.

As the kick swept across the ground, the dust and sand it kicked up flew out like projectiles. To prevent sand from getting into her eyes, Chiemi, who had just launched a sudden attack, had to halt her attack and wave her hand to cover her face.

But it wasn't over yet. Almost at the same time that Yuriko's hand was held down by the knife, her teeth suddenly shot out and bit at Jin Ziyue's mask.

Jin Ziyue was already holding a knife in his right hand. When the other woman's head came flying at him, he showed no mercy and punched her in the chin, lifting her head off the ground.

Yuriko was no match for Jin Ziyue in close combat. When the fight was too close, Jin Ziyue's combat awareness could make judgments in the blink of an eye, while even if she knew Jin Ziyue's motives, she was limited by her physical abilities and could not react in time.

She was dazed by the punch, and her hand was knocked away by the blade, so she could only stumble backward.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jin Ziyue sprang up and pressed closer to Baihezi step by step.

But at this moment, Qian Huimei's curved blade, like a swimming shark, had already reached Jin Ziyue's waist. The woman lowered her center of gravity, intending to complete this attack with lightning speed.

Graceful as a startled swan, swift as lightning.

Jin Ziyue had just exerted his full strength, and his old power was exhausted. He didn't even have time to turn around and could only judge the trajectory of the opponent's short knife by the corner of his eye.

This was a right-handed slash, a backhand strike from the hidden sleeve. In the instant of deflecting the sand and dust, she flicked her wrist, naturally turning the backhand slash into a right-hand grip. From her angle, Jin Ziyue's back was completely exposed. She slashed casually, along the curve of his spine. Once it hit, even the strongest human would lose sensation in his lower body.

On the brink of life and death, the man's pupils gleamed with a cold light through his mask.

His idle left hand blocked the path of the blade, and with a flick of his three fingers, he forcefully stopped the short, curved blade. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he flipped his left hand over and struck Chiemi's hand holding the blade like a hammer, deflecting her renewed force.

The price was half a black glove left on the ground.

Jin Ziyue shifted his position, turned around, and swung his sword horizontally at Qian Huimei.

His knife was only as thick as a thumb, but its advantage lay in its slender blade. Compared to Chiemi's short, curved knife, it was longer and stronger, and it swept towards her neck.

Chie-mi was thrown off balance by the recoil from his attack, which had just abandoned his left hand. She barely managed to grab the curved blade with a downward scoop, but it was too late to defend herself. She could only step back and dodge the fatal blade with a backbend, her waist taut like a drawn bow.

As the blade swept past, Chiemi braced herself with her hands on the ground, forming a solid bridge, and then used the recoil to prop herself up and whip back like a willow branch.

"Watch out!" Yuriko had just come to her senses when she saw Chiemi springing up on the iron bridge, just in time to meet Jin Ziyue's high-heeled boots.

"puff--"

The woman vomited blood, and a leg stab struck her in the abdomen, breaking her strength. She crashed to the ground like a table with a broken leg.

(End of this chapter)