Let them offer their loyalty

Ye Hua was hit and her body tilted to one side. She managed to keep her balance, but she had lost her previous offensive momentum. Yue Yan did not give her any chance to breathe. She followed with a series of fast and accurate punches, each of which hit Ye Hua's defense hard, forcing her to retreat continuously.

Yue Qian's counterattack was both fierce and precise, and the original counterattack directly turned into a suppressive attack.

Ye Hua seemed to be struggling under Yue Yan's fierce attack. She tried hard to stay on the defense while looking for opportunities to counterattack, but Yue Yan accurately judged Ye Hua's every move and did not give her any room to fight back.

"It's almost time!"

Yue Yan suddenly increased the tempo of his attacks, a series of attacks raining down on Ye Hua, and Ye Hua's defense seemed increasingly strained under this fierce attack.

Under Yue Yan's fierce attack, Ye Hua fell into a defensive struggle, but she did not lose her composure. While passively being beaten, Ye Hua quickly calculated countermeasures in her mind and looked for opportunities to counterattack. She knew very well that only by finding the right opportunity could she turn the situation around.

As Yue Yan's attack speeded up, Ye Hua began to gradually adapt to her attack mode. Just as Yue Yan's fist was about to hit Ye Hua, Ye Hua keenly caught a momentary flaw. Yue Yan's fist grazed Ye Hua's cheek, and Ye Hua took advantage of this opportunity to squat quickly and avoid the attack. At the same time, one of her arms was like a spring, punching Yue Yan's ribs.

The punch was fast and accurate, hitting Yue Yan, causing her to take a step back involuntarily. Ye Hua did not miss this opportunity, and quickly stood up, swinging his legs like a whip, and a spinning kick hit Yue Yan's head in the air. Yue Yan ducked in time to avoid it, but Ye Hua's kick changed direction and swept towards Yue Yan's legs instead.

Yue Yan barely jumped up and avoided the attack, but Ye Hua had regained the initiative, her attacks became sharper and faster, and each attack was precisely aimed at Yue Yan's weaknesses. Ye Hua's counterattack was not only physical, but also put psychological pressure on Yue Yan.

"Is this all you have?"

As the battle continued, Yue Yan quickly adjusted her tactics. Her eyes were sharp as she watched every move of the disguised Ye Hua. Although Ye Hua fought back fiercely, her physical strength began to be gradually depleted in the continuous offensive, and her movements showed signs of fatigue.

Yue Yan keenly caught this point, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, and in Ye Hua's next round of attack, Yue Yan deliberately revealed a seemingly flaw to lure Ye Hua into attacking. Sure enough, Ye Hua took the bait, she concentrated all her body's strength and threw a powerful punch straight to Yue Yan's face.

But at this critical moment, Yue Yan's body flashed to the side at an astonishing speed, easily avoiding Ye Hua's attack. Because Ye Hua attacked with all his strength, he lost his balance and exposed a fatal flaw.

Yue Yan did not miss this opportunity. She reacted quickly and delivered a precise side kick to Ye Hua's abdomen. The kick was so powerful that it knocked Ye Hua back. Ye Hua's body hit the wall of the narrow alley with a dull thud.

Ye Hua groaned and slowly became motionless.

"Dead? Or fainted?"

Yue Yan approached carefully, and when she was a little close to Ye Hua, Ye Hua's hands began to move. Almost in an instant, her body suddenly straightened up, and she swept her leg towards Yue Yan fiercely.

This sudden attack caught Yue Yan off guard. She instinctively jumped backwards but was still brushed by Ye Hua's leg. After Yue Yan steadied herself, a hint of surprise and alertness flashed in her eyes. Because it was a sneak attack, she was almost succeeded by Ye Hua.

"Very good, you made me serious. There happened to be an idiot who made me very upset, and you are a qualified punching bag."

After regaining his balance, Ye Hua quickly adjusted his posture.

Ye stood with her feet apart, her body slightly leaning forward, maintaining a flexible and stable balance. Her left hand was slightly raised for defense, while her right hand was ready to attack at any time. Her eyes were fixed on Yue Yan, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Suddenly, Ye Hua moved. She quickly threw a straight punch with her left hand, trying to disrupt Yue Chen's defensive rhythm. Yue Chen reacted quickly and blocked the attack with her arm, but Ye Hua did not stop. Her movements were smooth and continuous, followed by another straight right punch, which was faster and more powerful.

Yue Yan barely managed to avoid the punch, but Ye Hua's attacks were continuous like a rainstorm. Each of her punches was full of power and speed, trying to attack Yue Yan's defense from different angles.

Ye Hua then tried several combination punches, quickly and continuously throwing left and right straight punches, followed by uppercuts and swinging punches, trying to find Yue Yan's flaws. Although Yue Yan was constantly retreating, her defense was still tight and she did not give Ye Hua too many opportunities.

After a quick exchange of punches, Ye Hua suddenly changed her strategy. She lowered her body and made a fake move, as if she was going to launch a low sweep, but in fact she turned quickly and threw a turning hook straight at Yue Yan's cheek. Yue Yan reacted very quickly and she subconsciously turned her head to avoid the fatal blow.

Yue Yan remained calm amid Ye Hua's continuous attacks. Although Ye Hua's boxing skills made her feel a little pressured, as an experienced swordsman, Yue Yan did not lose the initiative in the battle.

Observing the slight fatigue in Ye Hua's attack, Yue Yan quickly seized the opportunity to counterattack. She suddenly rushed forward and shortened the distance between her and Ye Hua at an astonishing speed. In this brief moment, Yue Yan's movements were agile and cunning. She stepped forward with her left foot quickly, as if to launch an attack, but it was just a pretense.

The real attack came from her right hand. She used the momentum generated by her step and delivered a fierce palm strike directly to Ye Hua's chest. The strike was fast and accurate, and Ye Hua had almost no time to react. He could only barely raise his hand to try to block it.

Yue Yan did not stop there, her attack was like a tide, a knee strike followed by a palm strike, hitting Ye Hua's abdomen hard, Ye Hua was forced to retreat, but Yue Yan chased him closely, her every step closely followed Ye Hua's steps, not giving her any chance to breathe.

After discovering that her melee attack did not seem to cause decisive damage to Ye Hua, a thought flashed across her eyes. In this situation, it might be difficult to completely subdue this man with melee alone, and she needed to take more decisive measures.

Quickly, Yue Qian turned her arm slightly, and her fingers slid nimbly to her thigh, where a small hidden dagger was tightly attached. It was cleverly hidden among her equipment and would only be used when necessary.

With a slight flick of her finger, the dagger slid from its hiding place into her palm. The blade of the dagger was not long, but extremely sharp. The blade light flashed coldly in the dim alley. Yue Qian held the dagger, leaning forward slightly, with a murderous look in her eyes.

Don't be fooled by her usual cheerful appearance. She likes dolls and will give money to beggars.

But she is a swordsman who has experienced many battles after all.

Although Ye Hua fell to the ground, her eyes quickly caught the dagger in Yue Yan's hand. She realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly tried to adjust her position to prepare for the upcoming more dangerous attack.

Yue Qian did not hesitate at all. Her movements were swift and precise. She used the advantages of the dagger to launch a series of swift stabs and slashes. Each attack was extremely deadly.

Ye Hua struggled on the ground to avoid Yue Yan's dagger attacks. Each dodge was extremely difficult. The threat posed by the dagger was far greater than the previous hand-to-hand combat. Every approaching tip of the knife could mean fatal damage.

Although Yue Yan's attack with the dagger was fierce, Ye Hua's response on the ground showed her extraordinary reaction ability. Every time Yue Yan's dagger stabbed, Ye Hua was able to avoid it by a slight margin. Although her movements were limited on the ground, every roll and dodge was precise.

Although Yue Yan's attacks were continuous, Ye Hua was always able to dodge them at the critical moment. The battle between the two was like a highly intense dance, full of danger yet elegant. Every time Yue Yan's dagger passed over the corner of Ye Hua's clothes or lightly brushed her skin, it never really hit her.

Suddenly, Ye Hua seized the opportunity and discovered that Yue Yan had a flaw when she turned around to attack. She exerted force suddenly, rolled up from the ground, and kicked Yue Yan's wrist at the same time, trying to force her to drop the dagger.

Yue Yan reacted equally quickly. She withdrew her attack in time to avoid Ye Hua's counterattack, and quickly retreated to reassess the battle situation. Ye Hua took this opportunity to stand up, readjust his fighting stance, and face Yue Yan. Their eyes met again.

Her eyes were sharp, like a cheetah staring at its prey, looking for the best time to attack. Although Ye Hua had quick reactions, Yue Yan's experience and skills gave her a certain advantage in this battle.

Yue Yan's movements suddenly became faster and more cunning. She moved her body lightly, almost silently moving around Ye Hua, looking for an angle to attack. She suddenly rushed towards Ye Hua in one quick step, and the dagger in her hand turned into a cold light, pointing directly at Ye Hua's vitals.

Ye Hua reacted quickly and jumped back to avoid the fatal blow, but Yue Yan did not stop. Her attack was like a storm, constantly putting pressure on Ye Hua, turning her body flexibly, and every movement was coordinated with the flash of the dagger, forming a series of swift attacks.

Every time Yue Yan's dagger swept across, Ye Hua managed to dodge it with his agility and predictive ability, but Yue Yan's attacks were so frequent and accurate that Ye Hua was trapped in continuous dodging and counterattacks, with little chance to catch his breath.

After a cunning feint, Yue Yan suddenly changed the direction of attack and launched a sudden side kick towards Ye Hua's side. Ye Hua barely blocked it with his arm, but was still knocked back a few steps by the force.

Yue Yan followed closely behind, her attacks were full of changes and agility. In this high-intensity attack and defense, although Ye Hua was able to cope with it, he seemed to be getting more and more exhausted.

As the battle intensified, Ye Hua felt the continued pressure of Yue Yan's offensive. She realized that relying solely on her body's flexibility and speed to dodge was no longer enough to deal with Yue Yan's precise and fierce attacks. At this critical juncture, Ye Hua decided to take more direct counterattack measures.

"I don't really want to fight you, but you did it anyway..."

Quickly, Ye Hua's arm moved to her waist and pulled out a dagger from a hidden belt. This dagger was simpler, but equally sharp, and the blade flashed a cold light under the dim street lights.

Ye Hua's movements became more agile and decisive. She used her speed advantage and the flexibility of her dagger to launch a counterattack. Ye Hua's dagger drew accurate arcs in the air, trying to find Yue Yan's flaws.

When Yue Yan saw Ye Hua also took out a dagger, a hint of seriousness appeared in her eyes.

Ye Hua used her flexibility and agility to try to attack Yue Yan from different angles. Her dagger drew sharp trajectories in the air, and each stab was full of power and speed, trying to break through Yue Yan's defense.

Yue Yan relied on her combat experience and extraordinary intuition to skillfully deal with Ye Hua's attacks. In the gaps between Ye Hua's attacks, she quickly counterattacked. Each stab was precise and deadly, forcing Ye Hua to respond cautiously.

The two figures moved quickly in the alley, like two flexible shadows, intertwining each other. Every encounter of the daggers brought a fierce collision sound, and the flashing knife light cast shadows on the dim street.

Finally, in a close-range confrontation, the daggers of both men were knocked down by each other at the same time, making crisp sounds and falling to the ground.

After Ye Hua and Yue Yan's daggers fell to the ground at the same time, the pace of the battle slowed down temporarily, but Ye Hua did not give up the opportunity to counterattack. She quickly rushed towards the dagger that fell on the ground, while moving while keeping vigilant against Yue Yan.

Ye Hua's arm stretched out quickly, and her fingers deftly grasped the handle of the dagger. Almost at the same time as she picked up the dagger, she turned to face Yue Yan, ready to attack again.

Yue Yan was not idle either. She moved towards her dagger just as quickly, but Ye Hua had already taken a step ahead, picked up the dagger, and immediately launched an attack on Yue Yan. Ye Hua's body pounced like a cheetah, and the dagger danced in his hand, drawing sharp tracks.

Yue Yan retreated nimbly while looking for an opportunity to pick up her dagger. Ye Hua chased after her relentlessly, trying to gain the upper hand before Yue Yan was equipped with a weapon. Yue Yan's dodging and response were extremely flexible. Even in the unfavorable situation of having no weapon, she was able to effectively avoid Ye Hua's attacks.

In this tense chase and confrontation, Ye Hua tried to use his speed advantage and attempted to attack many times, while Yue Yan used her combat experience and intuition to cleverly avoid every attack of Ye Hua.

Finally, in a split second, Yue Yan rolled swiftly and successfully grabbed her dagger. Seeing this, Ye Hua accelerated his offensive, but Yue Yan had already rearmed herself, and the two engaged in a dagger duel again.

After Yue Yan regained control of the dagger, she immediately launched a fierce counterattack. Each of her movements seemed extremely skillful and smooth. Yue Yan's eyes were fixed on Ye Hua, looking for the best time to stab.

Her body suddenly rushed forward, as fast as a flash of lightning, the dagger danced in her hand, every stab was extremely threatening, pointing directly at Ye Hua's vitals. Yue Yan's attacks were not only fast but also unpredictable, sometimes it was a straight stab, sometimes it was a sweep, and sometimes it was a sudden sneak attack.

Ye Hua seemed to be struggling to deal with Yue Yan's attacks. She had to constantly adjust her position to avoid those sharp stabs. Ye Hua moved lightly on the ground and counterattacked from time to time, but Yue Yan's attack was so fierce that it was difficult for her to find an opportunity to counterattack.

After a fierce thrust, Yue Yan spun around, and the dagger created a gust of wind as she tried to attack Ye Hua from the side. Ye Hua barely dodged by turning his head, but Yue Yan's attack did not stop. She attacked continuously, pressing Ye Hua's defenses each time.

Her attacks were fast and cunning, her body light and agile, and she seemed to move around Ye Hua silently, every step was to find the best angle of attack.

Although Ye Hua's movements on the ground were restricted, she demonstrated her reaction ability. Every time Yue Yan's dagger stabbed at her, Ye Hua was able to avoid it by a slight margin. Her rolling and dodging movements were precise and she managed to avoid the attack at the critical moment every time.

Yue Yan's dagger always passed through the corner of Ye Hua's clothes or lightly brushed her skin, but never really hit the target. And Ye Hua quickly adjusted her fighting posture after each dodge, her eyes as sharp as a cheetah, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Ye Hua suddenly discovered the momentary flaw after Yue Yan turned around to attack, and quickly rolled up from the ground and kicked Yue Yan's wrist, trying to force her to drop the dagger. Yue Yan reacted quickly and withdrew her hand in time to avoid Ye Hua's counterattack, and quickly retreated to reassess the situation.

Every time Yue Yan's dagger stabbed at her, Ye Hua would avoid it by a narrow margin and then counterattack. Each of her movements was like a carefully choreographed dance step, fast and precise. Ye Hua's body turned lightly in the air, and her dagger stabbed out like a poisonous snake, aiming directly at Yue Yan's vital points.

However, this is just a flaw in Yue Qianmai!

In that instant, Yue Yan slightly turned her body, and Ye Hua's dagger pierced her shoulder, but at the same time, Yue Yan directly placed the dagger across Ye Hua's neck, and pushed her with her knee. When Ye Hua felt the pain, she twisted her arm, pressed her under her body, and stabbed the dagger directly into Ye Hua's palm, forcing her to put down the dagger.

"I felt something was wrong the moment my fist hit my face. It's a human skin mask, right? Let me see what's under your mask!"

Yue Qian sneered, reached out his hand and pulled off the mask.

In the moonlight and the dim lights, the anger in her eyes almost burst out.

"It's you?!"

Chapter 608: Breakup! Start the Shura Field Directly!

"It's you?!"

In the dim alley, the faint light of the street lights shines through the gaps between the leaves and shines on the ground, bringing a faint warmth to this dark space. The alley is lined with old brick walls, and occasionally one can hear the sparse sound of vehicles on the distant street and the night whispers of the city.

In such a quiet background, a corner of the alley seems particularly secluded. There, a man and a woman are hugging each other intimately. The man is tall and strong, wearing a simple shirt and jeans, and his short hair looks soft under the dim light. The woman looks petite, with long hair lightly draped over her shoulders, wearing a simple dress. Her face is buried in the man's shoulder, and their hands are tightly clasped.

The world around them seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the existence of each other. The man gently stroked the woman's hair, and the woman gently raised her head. Their eyes met in the dim light, their eyes were full of affection, as if at this moment, the whole world belonged to only the two of them.

"May I?"

The girl felt a little shy after hearing this and lowered her head bashfully. The prosthetic chin just happened to touch her collarbone.

"Ah."

The boy was overjoyed, he laughed and moved his hand downwards...

But at this moment, an angry voice from you interrupted his spellcasting, causing it to become weak.

Faced with the woman's questioning eyes, he suddenly smiled with relief.

"You've been following me, Ye Hua, what on earth do you want to do!"

Yue Qian gritted her teeth and pressed Ye Hua down, the dagger stabbing into Ye Hua's palm. Her originally easy-going and energetic face was immediately filled with anger.

Fuck your mother, she was furious!

She still suspected that she had betrayed Longcheng and joined another organization.

Even if I explained it a thousand times, she still wouldn't believe it!

"Fuck your mother, why don't you understand!" Yue Yan's mouth twitched, her eyes were filled with endless struggle and sorrow: "I have explained it more than a thousand times, ten thousand times, I did not betray Longcheng, I did not join any other organization!"

Yue Yan's tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall. Every time she tried to explain, tried to make Ye Hua understand, the pain of being misunderstood and the feeling of powerlessness were like thousands of needles piercing her heart.

"You know what? Every time you doubt me, every time your eyes are full of distrust, I feel misunderstood."

Yue Qian threw the disguise mask aside and slowly regained her composure: "When the big sister advised me, I felt for a moment that it was really my problem. My friends were questioning me, and my boss was advising me, but I realized that this was not my problem at all."

"That's your problem, you idiot! You don't trust your teammates just because I disagree with that idiotic bloodline theory! Then you reported me and wanted me to go back, and now you put on a mask and follow me? Do you have a brain?"

"You can't beat me in a fight, and I found you when you followed me. What's the point of a loser like you? You are worse than me in every aspect. The only thing that's better than me is your bloodline that you're proud of. But what's the point of your bloodline? It's still being trampled under my feet. Your bloodline is the most shameful and lowly thing in the world. You don't deserve to be a Sword Wielder."

Yue Chen's tone became sharp, and every word stabbed at Ye Hua like a sharp blade, full of anger and sarcasm.

"Look at yourself. You have always relied on your so-called noble bloodline to stand high above others." Yue Qian's voice was cold: "But what are you capable of? Apart from that bloodline that you think you have, what else can you show?"

"Who do you think you are? Do you think your bloodline represents everything?" Yue Qian's ridicule became more and more sharp: "True strength depends on your own efforts, not on some illusory family glory. You will never be able to compare with me in this regard."

Her words were like a knife, cutting into Ye Hua's self-esteem and self-confidence, but Yue Yan's anger did not diminish, but became even more fierce.

"You are nothing but a loser in front of me now, a pathetic being who lives on bloodline."

Yue Qian almost gritted her teeth as she spoke these words: "You should be ashamed, because everything you have is given by your ridiculous bloodline, not by your own efforts."

"You are pinned down by me, I will definitely not kill you, but what about after that? You will complain to the big sister, to the family, and cry that Yue Qian is bullying me. Please help me quickly, or I will cry. My bloodline is too important, more important than my strength. You will spend your whole life drinking milk from the big sister's cradle!"

"You are right. My bloodline gives me many advantages." Ye Hua's voice did not tremble. Even though he was suppressed, he was very calm: "But you are wrong. My bloodline is not the source of all my achievements. My position among the Sword Masters, every battle I fight, every decision I make, are the result of my own efforts."

"Do you think I have always relied on my family? No, I have never forgotten my abilities and responsibilities. I have chosen my own path and faced countless challenges, both in terms of identity and strength."

Her words were full of self-affirmation: "My bloodline may have given me a starting point, but I have come to where I am today entirely through my own efforts. I do not deny the help of my family, but I will not deny my own value either."

"Rely on your family?" Yue Yan's voice was full of sarcasm: "You put it very nicely, Ye Hua, but the fact is that you have never escaped from the shadow of your family. Your so-called efforts and achievements, without your family, what would they count for?"

Her tone became sharper, and every word was as sharp as a needle: "Look at yourself. Even with so many resources and background, you still can't beat someone like me who came from the slums. Isn't this ironic? What did your noble bloodline give you? Except vanity and arrogance."

Yue Chen smiled disdainfully: "Your self-righteous strength and wisdom are only built on the soil given to you by your family. If all of this is taken away, what will you have left?"

"I, Yueqian, climbed out of the slums with my own hands and wisdom. I don't need any family glory to prove my worth. And you, Yehua, are still alive in your golden cradle."

"Your bloodline and your identity are worthless to me."

Faced with Yue Yan's sharp words, Ye Hua tried to refute, but she found herself in a difficult situation. Her lips moved slightly, trying to organize her words, but she found it difficult to find the right words to respond immediately.

Ye Hua's eyes were full of struggle and pain. Her self-esteem and self-awareness became fragile under Yue Yan's fierce attack. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her disordered emotions, but Yue Yan's words were like sharp knives, stimulating her heart over and over again.

"I..." Ye Hua opened her mouth, but her voice was weak and her expression showed her inner conflict: "I'm not..." She tried to argue, but the words seemed to be knotted in her throat and difficult to express smoothly.

She felt a sense of frustration of being deeply misunderstood and attacked. Ye Hua had always considered herself rational and strong, but at this moment, she realized that facing Yue Yan's direct and sharp accusations, she could hardly remain calm and confident.