Looking at Yuan Qingli's elegant figure, her clothes fluttering in the wind and her sleeves dancing, Lu Xingyun couldn't help but admire her in his heart.
But then I noticed the hammer in her hand and couldn't help but feel ashamed.
It's one thing for a perfectly nice girl to be wielding swords and spears.
Carrying a hammer always makes people worry and fear.
Fang Zhiyou's actions were very strange; he never made direct contact with the other party.
With his ghostly movements, he wandered around like a shadow.
Then, a silver light flickered, and the skull fell to the ground.
After severing another security guard's cervical vertebra, Fang Zhiyou's eyes grew heavy.
He never stopped observing Yuan Qingli. Although he kept saying he wouldn't lose, as an assassin, knowing the opponent's information was basic common sense.
To others, Yuan Qingli's fighting style was unrefined and violent.
Fang Zhiyou discovered that Yuan Qingli could accurately hit the axe blade that the opponent was slashing with every hammer blow.
After knocking the axe away and deflecting it, follow up with a chest-breaking and bone-shattering attack.
Once or twice, it might just be luck.
But to hit the target every time requires not only strong control and perfect technique, it's absolutely impossible.
Could this be a martial arts prodigy, one in a million?
Whether Yuan Qingli is a prodigy is still inconclusive, but she is certainly exceptional at infuriating people.
Let's go back to the beginning.
Yuan Qingli was bored in the circus, and the voice in her head wouldn't go away, so she summoned a handsome young man to look at her.
"My dear Mu Mu." Yuan Qingli's soft, sweet first words made Mu Yingshan feel an urge to immediately commit suicide.
Mu Yingshan instinctively floated back two meters, holding his sword to his chest in a defensive stance.
"You said last time that you would teach me a couple of moves?" Yuan Qingli rested her chin on her hand, her long eyelashes fluttering.
Mu Yingshan was a little confused about Yuan Qingli's true intentions. After thinking for a while, he finally replied, "Yes."
Actually, he was overthinking it. No matter what he said, Yuan Qingli would always make sure the answer was yes.
"The spring sunshine is lovely today, and the clear pond reflects the sun; it's a good day to learn a couple of moves."
After being covered in sweat, Mu Yingshan felt endless regret.
The sword techniques he described were clearly those of immortals who could ascend to heaven, dive into the earth, split mountains, and sever rivers, but they turned out to be...
And so, amidst the trembling of the longsword, Yuan Qingli truly learned the Thirteen Sword Techniques.
Her elegant and slender figure has already shattered three of her sternums.
Fang Zhiyou had no time to think about where she learned her skills, and continued to press down on the fifth security guard.
A minute later, the operating room was filled with overturned tables and chairs, and scalpels and scissors scattered everywhere.
The doctor remained calm under pressure and continued his unfinished work.
"You lost." Fang Zhiyou severed the sixth security guard's neck, his words cold and devoid of any emotion.
The skull rolled on the ground and came to Yuan Qingli's feet.
"Is that so?" Yuan Qingli broke through the chest of the fifth security guard, used the outside of her foot to catch the rolling skull, and then smashed it with a backhand hammer.
"Phew, I'm a bit tired. Hammers really aren't suitable for girls."
Lu Xingyun: You're only finding out now?
Fang Zhiyou: How dare you say that?
"However, you're the one who lost."
As soon as Yuan Qingli finished speaking, the brainless skeleton on the ground wobbled to its feet, supporting itself on the table and chairs.
Without the guidance of sight, it's like a toddler learning to walk.
He kept groping around on the ground, then picked up a skull and put it on his head.
"You bastard, you've got the wrong one! This is my head!" the newly installed head roared, creating a somewhat comical scene.
Fang Zhiyou didn't laugh. Yuan Qingli's words just now floated into his mind: Let's see who can kill more.
Clearly, Yuan Qingli's approach was to "eliminate" her.
He was used to the killer's modus operandi, but overlooked the enemy's characteristics.
"I lost. What are your demands?"
“I want…” Yuan Qingli’s eyes were sparkling with starlight.
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