Such a seamless cooperation is not sothing just anyone can accomplish. This is because Xiaofan has enough understanding of Shen Zuimo, knowing all her attack techniques and what move she'll make next, so he can plan his own attack fully in sync with Shen Zuimo's.
Back and forth, their attack successfully suppressed Sato. Now, as long as their companions behind them deal with the enemies, they can jointly tackle Sato. Then, there is a chance of winning this life-and-death battle.
Could it really be enough just to rely on Xiaofan's familiarity with Shen Zuimo? Of course not. Knowing each other is one condition, but the other condition is that Shen Zuimo must trust Xiaofan enough.
Currently, Shen Zuimo cannot fully recall Xiaofan, but just now during the action, she unconsciously followed his lead, and sotis actions ca naturally without needing any words.
The scene felt so familiar, this person's voice always gave her an irresistible feeling.
Suddenly...
"Both of you are despicable, especially this young guy. Keeping him in this world will spell endless trouble for Red Butterfly, so you both should die."
"What?" Xiaofan's eyes suddenly widened in shock. He didn't expect Sato to still have such a trick up his sleeve.
The enemy blocked the toothpick attack with his hand, then with a swing, he reached out to grab Shen Zuimo.
Xiaofan imdiately rushed forward, trying to scare him into giving up attacking Shen Zuimo. But as Xiaofan arrived, Sato's smile turned a shade more sinister.
'Not good.'
Xiaofan realized things were going awry. But it was too late to retreat.
Sato suddenly stopped attacking Shen Zuimo and turned on Xiaofan instead. Worried about Shen Zuimo, Xiaofan couldn't care about anything else, and he couldn't stop himself.
'Boom.'
A heavy palm strike sent Xiaofan flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
Shen Zuimo was also surprised; her previous advantage vanished. Hastily, she blocked Sato, preventing him from attacking the fallen person again.
In the past, Shen Zuimo would have rcilessly ignored anyone's life or death, jumping away imdiately. But this ti, her body didn't listen, and she blocked him.
"Get out of the way, Zuimo." Xiaofan fought to keep himself upright despite his serious injuries, shouting loudly at Shen Zuimo.
Get out of the way? Yes, she should get out of the way. But... it was like she couldn't move at all.
'Bang.'
'Thud.'
"Ouch. Damn it, this guy's strong."
A white figure suddenly appeared, blocking Sato's strike. However, the white figure fell backward, rolled over, got up, and cursed.
When Xiaofan saw who it was, his eyes widened in surprise: "Ren Ling?"
"You can't even beat this old man? Then what's the point of learning all that powerful martial arts? What is it all for?" Ren Ling asked calmly, staring at Xiaofan after getting up.
What is it for?
Yes, what was he striving for power for? What had brought him to this point today? Why beco strong at all?
Suddenly, Xiaofan looked at Shen Zuimo, who continued to fight Sato, and his heart jumped: wasn't it for her?
He rose, leaning slightly forward, his gaze shifting from shaky to steady, his toes touched the ground, 'swish' he surged forward.
Who makes you risk life and limb, for whom are you willing to break and shatter without hesitation? Xiaofan once fantasized about reuniting with her in various circumstances, but who would have thought that their reunion after separation would not even include a normal greeting, but be a battle for survival itself.
"Yaa."
"Huh? Again?" Sato once more sensed danger approaching, more intense than before.
"Grandpa Ren, lend your strength."
'Swish.'
'Boom.'
"Nani." Sato, caught off guard by the impact, instinctively shouted in Japanese. His full-strength attack couldn't stop him; in fact, it kept him fixed on the spot.
"Sobbing sentint, motherly love deep... Nine Sobbing Palms."
The first palm, received. Second palm, received.
By the sixth palm, Sato retreated five steps, the Inner Strength within his chest surging uncontrollably.
With the seventh palm, Sato finally realized things were going wrong. He couldn't hold on any longer.
The eighth palm, and Sato spat a mist of blood.
The ninth palm.
'Boom.'
Sato flew backwards, several bloody marks appearing on his body. His body trembled, but he was not dead yet.
A black shadow flashed by, delivering a chop straight to Sato's heart, taking his life without any resistance.
This was the original Shen Zuimo, ruthless, cold-blooded, whether the enemy had the power to fight back or not, she would not relax even a bit as long as the opponent wasn't dead.
At this mont, Xiaofan was on one knee, face pale, unable to support his own body anymore.
Shen Zuimo glanced at Xiaofan, then turned and ran to another battle going on.
"Is she the Zuimo you call out for even in your dreams?" Ren Ling slowly walked up to Xiaofan and asked in confusion.
"..." Xiaofan didn't answer, unsure how to respond. Or perhaps he could barely open his mouth to speak.
"Li San, attack!"
"I'm, I'm going all out."
With his companions surrounding, Li San finally found an opportunity to strike down an assassin.
"Oh my, oh my, I killed... I *** killed soone." Li San couldn't believe it as he looked at his hands. Although he was a disciple of the Swallow Sect, he had always lived by petty theft, never murder or arson, but today he did it.
"What's the big deal about killing? Watch ." Although the sa age as Li San, Lei Xiaolei was much more experienced in this area. As his figure flickered, he used his ancestral skill, Thunderbolt Palm, and smashed the enemy's head.
Turning to look where the Cyan Dragon was, the Third Young Master had already died at the hands of his Buddha's Fury Palm.
"Jie, Jie, are you alright?" Shen Junjie hurried back to the villa after the battle ended. When he saw his sister was fine, his heart settled, but Jie was sitting on the side.
"Stop yelling, stop yelling, my ribs are broken, damn it. A bunch of external and internal injuries, be careful." Xiao Jie originally wanted to get up to help, but who knew he had been so badly injured by Sato's palm strike.
"Zuimo, Mr. Ye Dahe is safe now. Xiao Jie is injured, and we need to head back first. Everyone, thank you for your help today. I will definitely express my gratitude properly another day."
Upon hearing this, Shen Zuimo glanced at Xiaofan, turned and prepared to leave with her brother.
He called her Zuimo? So affectionately. I haven't even had a chance to say a few words to Zuimo yet. Are they leaving already?
"Zuimo, wait a mont."
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