In the instant the two crossed paths, the dagger in Yingyi's hand, like a precise scalpel, accurately slashed at Anyue's left wrist.
A soft "poof" sound, like a whisper from hell.
Dark Moon felt a sharp pain in her left wrist, a pain that was like a surging tide that instantly overwhelmed her.
It felt as if a million steel needles were piercing through it at the same time, or as if it were being scorched by a raging fire.
The next second, blood gushed out from his wrist like a fountain, leaving glaring bloodstains in the dim moonlight, looking particularly ferocious and terrifying.
Dark Moon's forehead was instantly covered with a dense layer of sweat, and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath his feet.
Mixed with the sweat that had dripped from her body, it formed a bloodstain.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief, and her heart was in turmoil: in recent days, her martial arts skills had improved, and she had gone through countless life-and-death trials.
But facing this person, he felt utterly powerless, unable to even find a decent opening to fight.
Every time the opponent made a move, they were able to accurately strike his vital points, causing him fatal damage.
What kind of terrifying combat power is this? Am I really going to die here today?
Shadow One landed steadily outside Dark Moon's attack range, radiating a bone-chilling coldness, like a demon god emerging from an ice cellar.
His eyes were like cold stars in a cold night, his icy gaze fixed on Dark Moon, his eyes filled with both the scrutiny of a prey and the release of long-suppressed emotions.
These days, he lies in wait in the shadows, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, desperately searching for an opportunity to strike.
Each missed opportunity fueled his anger, but now, with Dark Moon's repeated injuries, his long-suppressed resentment has gradually subsided.
After a brief rest, Shadow One's eyes turned sinister and ruthless once again.
His legs, like taut springs, suddenly exerted force, and he soared upwards once more like a black lightning bolt, carrying the momentum of breaking through the wind.
This time, his goal was as clear as the brightest star in the night sky.
The dagger in his hand flashed coldly in the moonlight, like the scythe of death, and accurately severed the tendons of the hand holding the sword in Dark Moon's hand.
In an instant, Dark Moon felt a sharp pain in her wrist, as if a thousand steel needles were piercing her at the same time. Then, she felt numb and weak.
With a clang, the longsword that had accompanied her during training fell to the ground.
A crisp, desperate sound echoed through the silent woods, a sound like a death knell, announcing that the Dark Moon had utterly lost its weapon of self-defense.
Fear surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Dark Moon. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, as if it would burst out of her chest.
However, the will to survive burned fiercely in her heart like a candle flame flickering in the wind but never going out.
Her brain was racing, her nerves were on edge, and she frantically searched for a way to escape. Every thought flashed through her mind like a shooting star.
Just then, Shadow One charged forward again like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey. His shadow stretched long in the moonlight, like a shadow of death.
In the face of death, Dark Moon had no time to think. With all the strength she had left, she used her uninjured leg to kick Shadow One hard in the face, attempting a final desperate struggle.
Upon seeing this action, a hint of disdain flashed in Ying's eyes, as if mocking how futile Dark Moon's death throes were.
He remained calm and composed, instantly concentrating his inner strength in his palm. A faint halo appeared on his palm, a sign that his power was about to erupt.
Just as Dark Moon's foot was about to kick him, Shadow One suddenly struck out with a palm, the wind whistling like a cannonball, heavily hitting Dark Moon's knee.
With a loud "crack," the sound was like a tree branch being snapped, and Dark Moon's kneecaps seemed to be crushed by this powerful force.
The excruciating pain caused her vision to go black, her mind to go blank, and she almost fainted.
Shadow One did not stop there. Like a tireless killing machine, he seized the opportunity and leaped up, his movements as agile as a swallow.
With a sharp gust of wind, his toes flew like a dagger, kicking fiercely toward Dark Moon's face.
This kick was incredibly powerful and fast; it seemed to tear the air apart, producing a sharp whistling sound.
Dark Moon was powerless to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the fatal kick approached.
With a dull thud, Dark Moon was kicked away like a kite with a broken string.
After tracing a tragic arc through the air, it crashed heavily onto the cold ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The impact swept up the withered branches and leaves on the ground, scattering them all over her as if nature were holding a funeral for her.
"Ugh—" Dark Moon spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood splattering and shimmering eerily in the moonlight, staining the ground in front of her red.
She lay on the ground, her limbs limp and powerless, her eyes filled with despair and resentment.
She gazed at the silent night sky above, the stars twinkling, yet seemingly unrelated to her.
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