With their defenses breached, chaos and panic descended upon the mysterious organization. But how could "Shadow" easily surrender? He quickly recovered from his initial shock, his eyes revealing a look of determination and madness. He immediately issued the most sinister order, dispatching his most trusted and long-trained ace assassin unit.
These assassins, each clad in a custom-made black bodysuit, possess nimble physiques, moving silently across the battlefield like ghosts in the night. Their faces are covered with custom-made masks, revealing only cold, emotionless eyes. Like messengers from hell, they exude a chilling murderous aura. Each assassin has undergone rigorous selection and training, mastering various combat techniques and employing a wide range of weapons, from daggers and short knives for close combat to firearms for long-range attacks. Their attacks are ruthless and unrelenting, and once they set their sights on a target, they are unwavering in their pursuit, relentless and relentless.
Jiang Zhi, barely catching her breath, barely able to celebrate her breakthrough, was struck by a sharp, even more intense aura of danger. She instinctively tightened her grip on the dagger in her hand. This dagger had seen her through countless life-or-death crises, and now, it would be the key to defending her against a formidable foe. The blade gleamed coldly in the dim light, as if trembling with fear for the impending battle.
Almost instantly, several assassins fanned out toward Jiang Zhi, their speed so fast that no one could blink. Jiang Zhi's eyes flashed, and she quickly dodged a swift punch from the foremost assassin. The punch, whirring with the wind, grazed her cheek; a hit would have been disastrous. Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Zhi ducked, her dagger slashing towards the assassin's abdomen like a venomous snake. The assassin's reaction was also extremely quick, and he quickly retreated, but the dagger still ripped through his shirt, revealing the black protective soft armor underneath.
Jiang Zhi thought to herself that these killers were well-equipped and should not be underestimated. Without giving it any time to think, she did a backflip and distanced herself from the other two killers who were attacking from the side. The moment she landed, she tapped the ground with her toes and used the momentum to rush towards one of the killers. The dagger in her hand drew an arc in the air and pierced the other's throat. The killer raised his hand to block with his forearm. Seeing this, Jiang Zhi turned her wrist and the dagger slid down the killer's arm, cutting a deep gash on his wrist, and blood gushed out immediately. The killer felt pain, but did not retreat. Instead, he roared, swung the dagger in his hand, and slashed at Jiang Zhi like crazy.
Jiang Zhi's nimble form dodged left and right amidst the flashing swords and sabers. Her clothes were ripped in many places, revealing her fair skin beneath, and a few bloodstains were faintly visible. She knew that if she continued like this, her strength would eventually run out, and she had to fight quickly. Seeing a flaw, she feigned defeat, luring the killer forward with all her might. Then, she suddenly turned and kicked the killer's inner knee. The killer's knee buckled, and his body lost balance. Jiang Zhi took the opportunity to leap high and stabbed the killer with the dagger in her hand, piercing his shoulder blade and pinning him to the ground.
However, before Jiang Zhi could even catch his breath, two more assassins lunged at him from behind. Unable to draw his dagger, Jiang Zhi rolled on the ground, picked up a fallen pistol, and fired two shots. Bang, bang! One assassin was shot in the head, instantly killed. The other, wounded in the shoulder, slowed his movements. Seizing this moment, Jiang Zhi rushed forward to reclaim his dagger, then turned and continued his fight with the remaining assassins.
Meanwhile, Shen Qingchen was also locked in a fierce battle. His opponent was a top assassin from a mysterious organization. He was tall and burly, a full half a head taller than Shen Qingchen, his muscles bulging, as if imbued with boundless power. His moves were extremely strange, and his every move exuded a sinister aura, making it impossible to predict.
As the two exchanged blows, the killer suddenly launched a high whip kick towards Shen Qingchen's head. Shen Qingchen quickly raised his arms to block, only to feel a huge force coming from him, causing his arms to numb. He was startled, knowing that this man was incredibly powerful and could not be fought head-on. So, Shen Qingchen quickly stepped back, creating distance, while observing the killer's movements.
The killer didn't give Shen Qingchen a chance to breathe. He immediately rushed forward and rained down punches on her. Shen Qingchen dodged the attack and then threw a straight punch at the killer's abdomen. The killer didn't dodge or evade, but took the punch head-on, a sinister smile on his face, as if the punch didn't hurt him at all. Then, he grabbed Shen Qingchen's wrist with both hands and twisted it hard, trying to break her arm.
Shen Qingchen groaned in pain, but he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and kicked the killer in the groin. The killer was forced to let go and took a few steps back. Shen Qingchen shook his numb wrist, his eyes revealing determination and unyielding. He knew that this battle was not only about his own life and death, but also about Jiang Zhi and everyone's future. He must not lose.
The ensuing battle intensified, the killer's moves becoming increasingly bizarre and unpredictable. He would feign defeat, luring Shen Qingchen into pursuit, then suddenly spin and unleash a fierce back kick. Other times, his movements would shift erratically, striking from unexpected angles, leaving Shen Qingchen unable to defend himself. Shen Qingchen was covered in wounds, and sweat soaked his clothes, trickling down his cheeks and blurring his vision. But his gaze grew sharper, closely following the killer's every move, searching for an opportunity to strike back.
During a fierce exchange, the killer leaped high, his legs scissor-like, towards Shen Qingchen's neck. Shen Qingchen had no time to dodge, so he could only use his arms to protect his neck and endure the blow. The powerful impact knocked him to the ground, and he felt dizzy, but with his tenacious will, he immediately woke up and rolled on the ground, avoiding the killer's subsequent fatal blow.
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