Her eyes fell on the collar of his prison uniform, and she discovered that both of his collarbones were broken. It was difficult for him to lift a sword, let alone a spoon.
Yan Zichu spat out a mouthful of blood foam and looked at her sideways.
"After all, you can't defeat me legitimately, and I can't play a revenge show with you. Why? Are you disappointed?"
Xiao Nanhui's strong anger turned into grief and indignation.
She couldn't understand how such a person could exist in this world? He was indifferent to the lives of others and didn't care about his own life either.
"In your eyes, besides victory, martial arts, and famous swords, what else is there?!"
"Isn't that enough?" The prisoner coughed twice and continued, his voice almost paranoid. "As a warrior, your soul should belong only to the weapon in your hand. And yet you waste your bond on those insignificant people. Isn't that foolish?"
A feeling of powerlessness rose from the bottom of her heart, and she clenched her teeth.
"You only have loyal people, but no one close to you. You won't understand."
"So what if you've had it before? Aren't you still alone like me?" Yan Zi laughed, her voice gurgling with joy. "Your talent is impure, you're too rough and lack focus. The only thing you showed when you wanted to kill me was your courage. But now, you're just mediocre."
The wind blew the flickering firelight in the dungeon, and the two shadows on the ground swayed as well.
Xiao Nanhui's profile was hidden in the shadows, but his raised fist slowly loosened.
"I see. This is what you fear most." She paused, then continued word by word, "You fear mediocrity."
The man on the ground's face finally became distorted. He struggled to get up, but the woman pushed him back to the ground again.
"Mediocre? I will only be with Zhuo Jue in this life, how can I be mediocre?!"
"If you truly aspire to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, how could you have your skills destroyed by a single move and fall to such a state?"
"That's, that's..." The once arrogant and domineering swordsman now roared in the dirty dust of the cell, "That's unfair! Besides, Xie Li is already in his twilight years. He will not be my opponent after all if he waits for a while! I will definitely be able to kill him if I wait for a while..."
"You don't have that time anymore." Xiao Nanhui finally let go of his hand, letting the figure struggle on the spot. "I do hope to have a good fight with you and avenge Shrike. But I don't need a reason to kill you, and I don't need to wait any longer."
She slowly sheathed the sword.
"You don't deserve to die by the sword of disarmament."
After she finished speaking, she hooked her toes, grabbed the jailer's sword on the ground, and swung it in her hand. She then used a very ordinary sweeping move, and blood began to bloom in the opponent's throat.
"Let this mortal sword send you off. In your next life, remember not to mess with mediocre people like us. After all, mediocre people don't have as many extraordinary pursuits as you do. They only know the principle of life for life."
Blood slowly flowed down the blade of the sword, and her heart was calmer than ever.
Yan Zi was right. She really wasn't anything special, except for her lonesome courage.
But the gates of hell have been opened, and the one she loves is on the other side. Even if the darkness is boundless and the dangerous road has no end, and she only has a dim lamp and a moment of light in her hand, she will continue to walk alone.
Xiao Nanhui raised his sleeve to wipe the blood off the sword, stopped looking at the wriggling figure on the ground, turned around and walked out of the dungeon.
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