Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 143, Section 014: The Dangerous Blade
Jin Ziyue pulled his legs back and stood still.

Chie-mi was in so much pain from the kick that she could only curl up on the ground, unable to stand up for a while, like a red brocade.

In a brief exchange, one person was seriously injured, while Jin Ziyue lost the ability to fight with his left hand.

Yuriko became more cautious. Her opponent's fighting skills were quite sophisticated, and any part of his body could be used as a weapon in close combat. Compared to them, who were usually second-rate bodyguards for nobles, they were obviously much more difficult to deal with.

What's even more terrifying is his character. He used his left hand to block the knife, abandoning it bone and flesh without hesitation. His arm hasn't even trembled to this day. Through the eerie mask, you can see a chilling glint in the man's eyes.

He didn't want to leave any survivors!

The intense killing intent was like a chord playing randomly, and Yuriko sensed the surging killing intent. A feeling of fear welled up in her heart.

"You're very strong, but even so, I can still detect your moves whenever you make a move," Yuriko threatened.

This is also where her confidence comes from. Even though she has trained her skills to the point where she can detect the movement of a knife by observing the other person's inner fluctuations, she is still looked down upon by the other person, which is something she cannot accept.

But she soon discovered something was wrong.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and an invisible aura surged behind him. Waves of killing intent began to spread rapidly, swirling back from all directions, and were detected by Yuriko's abilities.

The dense ripples bounced away and returned, just like the meaning conveyed in the man's heart:
"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

What's the meaning!
Yuriko was shocked; this man only had murderous intent.

Originally, he was able to sense the other party's movements with his own abilities, but the man actually used overwhelming killing intent to cover up his fighting motives, completely ignoring how to fight, abandoning his consciousness, and surrendering his body to instinct.

This... it's impossible to detect what instincts would do.

At this moment, the man transformed into a killing beast; through the mask, his reddened eyes could be seen, growing even more crimson in the dark alleyway.

"Wait!" Yuriko panicked.

The berserk swordsman ignored her call to stop, raised his right hand and unleashed a flurry of slashes, grappling, and hacking.

Yuriko didn't even have time to receive the ripples to detect his intentions before she was terrified by the man's fierce killing move.

"Help!" she cried out sharply, backing away repeatedly.

Fortunately, the opponent's haphazard, instinctive slashing allowed Yuriko to repeatedly turn and dodge the blades.

But this also confirmed her unease; she simply couldn't see through the other party's intentions.

A barrage of slashes rained down, leaving Yuriko in a sorry state. Her arm was severed, and the gash in her shoulder blade stained her clothes red.

She turned around and saw the man had already leaped up madly, his right hand holding a knife above his head.

"Ah!" Yuriko screamed in despair, the man's ferocity deeply etched into her eyes.

Sudden--

"Keng——"

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

A figure in a red dress arrived gracefully. Chiemi gritted her teeth, enduring the burning sensation inside her, and despite the pain of her broken ribs, she held a knife across Yuriko's face.

"Your opponent is me!" Chiemi said, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Roar!" A low, hoarse roar came from the mask, followed by even more frenzied swings and slashes.

Chie could only parry for now. Her opponent's force was heavy, and the repeated slashes were more exhausting than her own.

In the midst of repeated parries, she began to discover her opponent's weaknesses. As her stamina waned, it became clear that the speed and power of many of her movements had diminished considerably.

opportunity!

Chiemi's eyes lit up, and she switched from defense to offense with her short, curved blade. Every inch shorter is more dangerous. Not to mention that her opponent's blade was strange, its slender blade was not suitable for sword fighting at all. If she struck the tip of her opponent's blade, she would shorten the blade's lifespan to the maximum extent, and it might even break.

At that moment, Yuriko suddenly shouted, "Watch out!"

Her reminder immediately made Chie-mi realize that this was a trap, so she stopped and stood still, not rashly confronting the mysterious man with her knife.

Once Jin Ziyue's intentions were revealed, he had no choice but to stop his offensive.

Yuriko clearly sensed that all the murderous intent in the shouts gradually disappeared when Chiemi blocked the knife. The man had regained his senses by then, and all his madness and hysteria were just an act.

The man remained incredibly calm throughout, switching rapidly between two mental states when facing Chiemi and Yuriko, making Yuriko even more afraid of this natural-born killer.

However, it is an undeniable fact that the opponent has exhausted a great deal of energy, and only by taking advantage of the opponent's respite can there be a slight chance of turning the tide.

Thinking of this, Qian Huimei did not hesitate. She became more vigilant, darted closer, raised her wrist, and swung the knife in an arc, like a streak of light, towards Jin Ziyue.

He has already lost his left hand, so if his sword is broken, his fighting ability will be greatly reduced!

Therefore, her sword technique does not aim to achieve great feats, but only to disrupt the opponent's fine blade as much as possible!

Having determined her strategy, Chie Mei no longer confined herself to close-quarters assassination. With each strike, she tried to aim at the tip of her opponent's blade. After a couple of exchanges, the thin knife could no longer withstand the pressure and began to sway.

Jin Ziyue also realized the opponent's intention, but the long sword had the advantage at medium range, while the short curved sword was more flexible at close range, and the long sword was more inconvenient to raise and turn, so he could only bite the bullet and fight back.

But the opportunity is fleeting, and once the momentum fades, the original threat disappears.

Qian Huimei, on the other hand, became more and more adept at the fight, gradually keeping up with Jin Ziyue's speed. In their battle, they parried, blocked, caught, stabbed, flicked, chopped, and swept, exchanging blows and engaging in a back-and-forth exchange of offense and defense.

Chiemi stepped forward, her chaotic movements accompanied by the clanging of swords. Cold light flashed all around them as they were caught in a vortex of blades, fighting faster and faster, leaving Yuriko no room to intervene.

She then realized that in this situation, her abilities were completely useless, and even only interfered with the swordsman, having a counterproductive effect.

After dozens of moves, Jin Ziyue's slender knife was trembling incessantly, and even the trajectory of the knife was no longer as sharp as before. With severe deformation, the lifespan of this knife had come to an end!
Yuriko silently approached Jin Ziyue a few meters behind him, having already noticed that he was considering retreating.

Unfortunately, being distracted during battle is a major taboo in military strategy.

In the clash of metal between the two, it was clear from their lower bodies that Chiemi was becoming increasingly stable and her offensive was becoming more and more powerful. With each graceful step, she moved with a sharp, ruthless slash.

The man backed away step by step, only to find Yuriko standing behind him, sneering.

It's too late to realize now that our escape route is blocked!

Her hands had transformed into sharp claws, her crimson face and long hair were flowing, her pupils gleamed with a cold light, and her mouthful of sharp teeth were already eagerly bared.

She was going to personally kill this guy and eat his head like a cookie!
Seeing that retreat was hopeless, Jin Ziyue no longer hesitated to wield his knife, and his sword strikes became even more ferocious.

"He's going to fight for his life!"

Yuriko noticed what the other person was thinking and gave them a timely reminder.

How about we list it on July 1st...? I need to pay rent in July, and life should be a bit more stable now, so I can try to work full-time (question mark).
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(End of this chapter)