"Who knows whose hands the deer will end up in!"
"What sharp eyes you have!" Xiao Lin admired the bloodshot eyes, suddenly becoming very interested in the face beneath the human skin mask: "You’re known as Granny, are you one of Lao Jiu’s people?"
"Enough chit-chat!" She attacked Xiao Lin’s smiling face, the barb stopping just a centiter from his skin, the longsword pressing against his stomach.
"This is the second ti! If you don’t show so real skill, it’s going to be troubleso." Dissolving the attack, his sword flicked sideways to deflect the barb, a spin brought it into his hand: "You’ll die at your own hand before you kill ."
"What do you an?"
"Lion has two people skilled in poison and the Gu Technique under him, you should have experienced this. Who would spare the one who killed their brother for the sake of business with their brother’s murderer?" Xiao Lin tossed the spike to the person in front of him, the ga was about over, he didn’t want to waste any more ti, Lian should have already started on her end, they didn’t have much ti.
"You think by being colorless and tasteless you can poison unwittingly? It just shows your intelligence network isn’t advanced enough, although you know I have a weakness, your updates are slow, you’ve been attacking my left side all this ti, using both hands, rely because you know there’s a flaw there. Now, have you confird the inaccuracy of this information?"
Granny tightened her grip on the spike, the mischievous expression disappeared from her face, she might have underestimated this man a bit.
"Overconfidence will be your downfall." Xiao Lin tore his clothing to wrap the fabric around his left hand, where a black mark from a snake bite had faded halfway, better not to have an open wound before it’s fully healed. "To call soone like you Granny, I really can’t bring myself to do it, leave a na for the future, so I can have a nto." His arrogant tone irritated Granny’s nerves, Xiao Lin chuckled: "Borrowing soone else’s weapon, handling it pretty well?"
"How did you know?" Granny discarded the barb in her hand, spreading her fingers.
"I just asked Consort Ling if you were the one who hurt her, there was a slight confusion on your face, you don’t know that person." The longsword was drawn out sharply, with the hilt resting on the windowsill.
"A sixty-centiter blade provides protection in long-range attacks, just right for offense and defense, but it has this drawback in close-range combat."
"Fla Swallow, rember this na, so you’ll know who to seek revenge on in the afterlife."
Fla Swallow had no weapon, strictly speaking, his weapon was a mass of fire, and inside the flas was a Nail Spike only fifteen centiters long. Xiao Lin stared at the flas igniting in his hand, turning from blue to orange, following the combustion pattern of the flas, a very rare form of internal martial arts. He raised his head to look at Fla Swallow, letting out a roar, swinging the longsword.
With a clang, as the longsword slashed toward Fla Swallow’s left shoulder, he dodged, gripping the blade with one hand, a tallic screech resonated, his swift figure disappeared before Xiao Lin’s eyes.
Letting go, the sword hilt slipped out of his palm, Xiao Lin leapt up, and under a gust of wind, his body slanted, shifting to the opposite side of the blade, lightly lifting the blade tip, the longsword flipped in the air and fell back into Xiao Lin’s hand. The soft tal bore deep scratches from its contact with the hard tal.
Xiao Lin frowned unpleasantly, hardly used it and it was already damaged, the keeper would definitely have a word with him about it.
"You damaged my sword!"
His left hand flickered with sword flowers, pressing toward Fla Swallow’s face, a seemingly simple move that struck in the middle, only Fla Swallow knew the hidden danger behind the sword flowers. He gathered the flas in his hand, counterattacking the mont the sword flowers extinguished.
When his left shoulder was stabbed, the flas erupted on the sword, Fla Swallow used his body to gain an advantage. He forced Xiao Lin to give up his sword for self-preservation, otherwise the flas on the blade would harm him. He chuckled wickedly at Xiao Lin.
"This is interesting." Xiao Lin refused to relinquish his weapon, as a fighter, he would never easily give up his weapon at any ti, knowing this, Fla Swallow dared to use such a thod to draw Xiao Lin into his trap.
It was expected that Xiao Lin wouldn’t let go of the longsword, but what surprised Fla Swallow was that his flas stopped halfway on the sword, unable to advance. His grip trembled, a surge surged toward him, hurriedly letting go of the blade tip to dodge, but was still grazed on the cheek by the surge.
"Dragon Soul True Qi?" The flas flickered to blue between his palms, the low-temperature flas blinking. With a toe push, he evaded Xiao Lin’s longsword, launching an attack from above.
As the disappearing figure felt the heat of the fire, Xiao Lin crouched down and countered Fla Swallow’s palm strike. With a loud bang, the glass partition beside them shattered into dust. This was a direct confrontation between two people, leaving a numbness after the wrist pain subsided.
Fla Swallow retreated to the corner, panting, as the surging blood from his chest overwheld him, making it difficult to bear. The flas on his palms disappeared, revealing the Nail Spikes burning in the fire.
"When did the Underground City start risking lives for others?" Xiao Lin slowly approached Fla Swallow. The opponent was formidable, more challenging than dealing with a nightmare, and required so ti, but it was not impossible to handle. "Soone sold you intelligence about the Liger Gang to create a false impression. Is this a case of killing two birds with one stone?"
The oppressive aura constricted in range as Xiao Lin approached. In such an aura, Fla Swallow was not supposed to have a chance to resist. However, he deftly dodged beneath Xiao Lin’s sword, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the carpet.
"Don’t bla for not warning you, the poison within you will gradually seep into all your ridians with every breath you take."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fla Swallow widened his eyes in disbelief and turned to glare at Xiao Lin.
"You’ll know if it’s nonsense by trying to take a breath," Xiao Lin said, holding his long sword with the blade pointed downward. In the backlight, Fla Swallow couldn’t see his expression and discreetly took a breath. A surge of heat rose inside him, causing him to vomit another mouthful of blood.
"The Miao Family are masters of poison; you were too careless."
"Damn woman!" Fla Swallow cursed, sitting cross-legged and igniting flas with his right hand, pointing them at his own abdon.
"How about we make a deal?" The long sword dragged on the ground, scattering fluff along the carpet, leaving a straight line in its wake. "Every poison in this world has sothing it fears. The sa goes for poisons created through alchemy. If I can save you, will you do sothing for ?"
"It’s impossible to extract any information from ."
"Ah! I’ve already learned from the ’Black Crow’ mbers that the assassins in Underground City represent ’Black Crow’. Their trained professional ethics are comndable. Even if you plan to commit suicide with poison, I see no point in negotiating to save you." Xiao Lin reached out as if to touch his hair, which didn’t belong to the person, but quickly dispelled the notion.
The flas on his right hand changed from a pale blue to a fiery red. Standing before Fla Swallow, Xiao Lin felt the scorching heat and shook his head: "Using Inner Strength to control flas may temporarily suppress the poison inside you, but it also depletes your True Qi, causing the poison to rebound and enter your bloodstream even faster. No matter which way, you will die very miserably."
"What do you want?" As long as he could live, he suddenly recalled a question from Xu Ce. As long as he could live, it was enough reason for him to choose to kill Lion, so he was careless. Now, he made a choice again, as long as he lived, he could do many things, including killing the person in front of him.
"Take to see ’Black Crow’." Xiao Lin thought for a mont; this was the best approach. The Underground City survives by relying on ’Black Crow’, and Dragon Soul would indulge it, inevitably allowing ’Black Crow’ to be a world-class assassination organization. Killing this person now would be easy, but he couldn’t cut the root cause and would only face more unexpected adversaries, trapped in an endless cycle, exhausted. He rembered soone once said, in any conflict, the best breakthrough is to face it simply.
"Impossible!"
Ah! Xiao Lin couldn’t help but sigh slightly, grabbing a handful of Fla Swallow’s hair and pulling him down. "How many human skins are on your face?" Beneath the Lion’s appearance was a face full of wrinkles, which could crush a mosquito, just like the old woman he first t under the bridge. The stacked-up skin drooped down, lacking at. "There’s no need to answer so soon. You don’t want to beco a betrayer like Consort Ling because you fear ’Black Crow’s’ retribution?" Xiao Lin tutted, feeling it unworthy to belittle courage.
"You don’t need to provoke . A character like that isn’t worthy of being compared to ." Retracting the flas from his hand, Fla Swallow remained seated cross-legged.
’Black Crow’ has a strict hierarchical system. The information learned from Consort Ling was limited. In ’Black Crow,’ his position only addressed low-level assassins, barely making it to middle-upper levels. However, there was still a significant gap from reaching the ’rescuing’ rank and climbing to high levels.
Not to ntion that Underground City is an independent institution, it seems that ’Black Crow’s’ internal structure isn’t as simple as it appears. Under the guise of an Underground City branch, could other unknown organizations exist? This is just within the country, while the overseas system might differ. If ’Black Crow’ could be recovered, it would offer a promising prospect.
"I do hope you reconsider." Xiao Lin hesitated, curious about what the face beneath all those wrinkles might look like.
His hand was rcilessly slapped away, and Fla Swallow slid from the ground, retreating to a distance and leaning under the window: "There’s nothing to reconsider."
Such decisive and resolute attitude was indeed a headache. "Should I kill you or let you live?" Xiao Lin glanced at his wristwatch; thirty minutes remained until the agreed ti. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, co to Qidian (qidian) to vote for it with recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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