In a forgotten, abandoned corner of the city, the night fell like a heavy black cloth, weighing heavily on the shattered walls. Jiang Zhi and Jiang Yao faced each other, their figures casting long, tense shadows in the dim moonlight. Jiang Yao's eyes were red with jealousy and madness, like two balls of evil flame burning in the darkness. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, each gasp a demonic roar from the depths of hell.
Jiang Zhize stood tall and straight, like a pine tree rooted in the earth. Though her face was weary, her eyes shone with unwavering determination. She held the child tightly, its tiny body in her arms, the softest and strongest source of strength in her heart. The child seemed to sense the tension, nestling quietly against her.
Jiang Yao struck first. Like a raging leopard, she swung her blade, piercing Jiang Zhi's throat with a sharp whistling sound. The blow was swift and powerful, imbued with all her hatred for Jiang Zhi. Jiang Zhi's eyes flashed, and he dodged sideways with ghostly agility. Seizing the momentum, she spun and launched a flying kick at Jiang Yao's wrist, attempting to dislodge the weapon. But Jiang Yao was no pushover. She jerked her hand away, dodging the kick, then struck back with a horizontal slash. The blade flashed in the darkness, forcing Jiang Zhi back repeatedly.
Throughout this fierce exchange, Jiang Zhi never failed to protect her child. She skillfully used her body as a shield, each dodge and block perfectly timed to neutralize Jiang Yao's attacks while ensuring the child remained unharmed. Her mind raced, calculating Jiang Yao's attack patterns and weaknesses. Jiang Zhi knew that Jiang Yao, blinded by jealousy, would inevitably reveal weaknesses despite her ferocious attacks.
Seeing that her consecutive attacks had failed to injure Jiang Zhi, Jiang Yao's rage intensified. With a roar, she charged at Jiang Zhi, her blade raining down like a rain of deadly blows. Jiang Zhi remained calm, carefully countering Jiang Yao's attacks while observing her surroundings. Suddenly, she noticed that Jiang Yao's footwork had momentarily stumbled from exerting too much force during one of her attacks.
Jiang Zhi keenly seized this opportunity. Holding the child tightly, she leaped forward, blocking Jiang Yao's attack with her left arm. At the same time, her right fist, like a cannonball, slammed into Jiang Yao's abdomen with all her might. Jiang Yao was caught off guard and, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward, landing heavily on the ground.
However, Jiang Yao didn't give up. She struggled to her feet, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with even more frantic murderous intent. She rushed at Jiang Zhi again, this time with an even more frantic and utterly haphazard attack. Jiang Zhi understood that Jiang Yao was in a desperate situation, and her frenzy was only a last-ditch effort.
Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, gently placed the child in a relatively safe corner, and then turned to fight with all her might. Unleashing her refined martial arts skills, she engaged Jiang Yao in a desperate struggle. During the battle, Jiang Zhi's exceptional medical skills also subtly came into play. She was able to accurately predict the direction and force of Jiang Yao's attacks, skillfully avoiding danger and striking back in time.
As time passes, Jiang Yao's strength gradually depletes, and her attacks become increasingly sluggish. But Jiang Zhi, on the other hand, fights with increasing courage, her eyes gleaming with unwavering conviction. She fights not just for herself and her child, but for those persecuted by Jiang Yao and the mysterious organization.
Finally, during a fierce exchange, Jiang Zhi found Jiang Yao's fatal flaw. Without hesitation, she struck with lightning speed, snatching the blade from Jiang Yao's hand and placing it against her neck. Jiang Yao's eyes widened, filled with resentment and regret. She tried to struggle, but Jiang Zhi held her firmly in place.
Silence reigned, save for the heavy breathing of Jiang Yao and the steady beat of Jiang Zhi's heart. Jiang Zhi looked at Jiang Yao, a mixture of emotions welling up in her. She had imagined this moment countless times, but when it finally came, she felt no joy. She knew that Jiang Yao's jealousy and cruelty had ultimately driven her to the abyss of destruction, a tragedy that could have been avoided.
Jiang Zhi slowly said, "Jiang Yao, your jealousy has made you lose your mind and led you down this path of no return. Now, everything should end." Jiang Yao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
Under Jiang Zhi's gaze, Jiang Yao's eyes gradually lost their luster. Her body slowly sagged, as if all the life force had been drained from her. Jiang Zhi gently lowered the knife and looked at Jiang Yao lying on the ground, a deep sorrow welling up in her heart. She knew that in this battle, there would be no true winner, only endless pain and loss.
With Jiang Yao's demise, the mysterious organization, seemingly without a core, began to crumble. The assassins and members who had once followed Jiang Yao fled in all directions. Jiang Zhi watched, knowing that she and her children had finally escaped the immediate crisis. But she also knew that the road ahead was long, and many unknown challenges awaited her.
Jiang Zhi walked over to the child and gently picked him up, her eyes full of tenderness and love. She kissed the child's forehead and whispered, "Baby, everything is over. We are safe now." The child seemed to understand her words and reached out his little hand to touch Jiang Zhi's face.
At this moment, the light of dawn slowly penetrated the darkness, shedding light on this war-torn land. Jiang Zhi, holding her child, walked toward new hope. She knew she had to be strong. For her child, for her lost relatives and friends, she had to bravely face whatever the future held.
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