As Yuan Jiu's massive body charged forward, Xiao Lin let out a long howl. A streak of gray shadow darted out from nowhere, amber eyes glinting with cold light, as it lunged at Yuan Jiu in mid-air. With a swipe, his clothes were torn open at the chest.
Five streaks of blood appeared. Before Yuan Jiu could take any action, the gray shadow attacked again. Its fierce montum ca not from human strength but from the swift approach of fangs tinged with a bloody scent. Not daring to be careless, Yuan Jiu stepped back to steady himself and see the opponent clearly, only to hear two whistle sounds as the gray shadow retreated to Xiao Lin's side.
"It's a wolf!" Liu Hui hid in shock behind ng Gang, pointing at the massive animal with a shriek as sharp as a woman's, her eyes widening to double their original size in disbelief.
"Oh no, it's a very obedient dog. Do you want to co over and pet it? It's very strange." Xiao Lin began to play with his pet, teasing and squeezing it as the animal appeared to smile and let Xiao Lin toy with it without resistance, a stark contrast to its previous ferocity.
Yelü Shou shook his head and stood up from the ground, clicking his tongue at the big pit behind him. "Impressive! With skills like these, not wanting to be the boss is the real mystery," Yelü Shou muttered to himself, bracing his scarred legs as his gray eyes reflected astonishing endurance.
The crow by Xiao Lin's feet let out a beast-like roar at Yelü Shou, a deafening sound that made Yelü Shou respond with a wild howl, as if the two were reciprocating, causing the others present to feel bewildered.
Normally, Yuan Jiu would launch an attack promptly, but he hesitated, standing in place, his gaze fixed on the crow, pupils shrinking slightly. His footsteps moved with an unusual lightness as he charged at Yelü Shou. When everyone thought Yelü Shou would be attacked again, Yuan Jiu changed his route, lunging at the crow by Xiao Lin's feet instead.
What was happening? No one understood, except Xiao Lin, who knew very well. He gave a cold laugh as he leapt back, and the obedient crow seed to comprehend its owner's intention, dodging away. In the mis-tid leap, Yelü Shou seized the opportunity to counterattack. He placed his toes on the ground, bending his right knee, aiming at Yuan Jiu's spine. As Yuan Jiu sensed the attack from behind, he steadied himself, turned ninety degrees, and swung his right hand back, punching toward Yelü Shou's kneecap.
Like so kind of miracle, Yelü Shou's bent right leg was forcibly straightened and pushed down, while his left leg swiftly lifted to kick at Yuan Jiu's groin area.
Hmm? Yelü Shou watched as Yuan Jiu retreated five steps before stopping, leaving a long mark on the ground. He had indeed kicked sothing soft just now, perhaps… A glint flashed; testing was necessary regardless.
"Lend your dagger," Yelü Shou shouted at Xiao Lin. Although he hadn't used the weapon he crafted yet, without waiting for Xiao Lin's response, Yelü Shou jumped beside the crow, drawing two strangely shaped weapons from the small bundle tied on its back, one in each hand. Spotting only a three-milliter deep wound in the center, he revealed a disappointed expression. "Your owner doesn't feed you well, does he?"
With a sound of grinding tal, sparks flew between Yelü Shou and Yuan Jiu as Yelü Shou exhaled, holding the two pointed ends of the daggers forward, assuming his usual stance with right foot forward and left foot back, long hair cascading free.
Surrounding air currents lifted his strands, and with a loud shout, Yelü Shou stomped down with his right foot, tilting slightly head-heavy towards the ground, dashing out. Almost skimming the ground, he slapped his left palm down, propelling himself upwards in mid-air, spinning downward towards the still Yuan Jiu's head.
Yelü Shou's speed contrasted sharply with Yuan Jiu's sluggish steps, highlighting the sharpness of the short daggers in Yelü Shou's hands. At the crucial mont, a large chunk of hair was sliced off Yue Jiu's nape, exposing the skin.
A series of clicking sounds resounded eerily in the blood-scented room as Xiao Lin abruptly opened his eyes. The sounds were those of bones shifting positions—he'd read about such Evil Arts in a miscellaneous book, capable of instantly altering bone structure and relocating vulnerable points.
"Yelü Shou, fall back!" Xiao Lin shouted. At a ti like this, concerns about trust were irrelevant. This Evil Art not only changes bone positions but can instantly generate explosive force that even the strongest opponents cannot withstand.
The mont he spoke, Yuan Jiu's fists had already swung wildly at Yelü Shou, appearing in countless shadows, indistinguishable from real ones.
Like an overwhelming assault, under two booming sounds, Yuan Jiu was sent flying, and none knew what happened. Suddenly, Xiao Lin stood before Yelü Shou, his hooked fingers clutching two bloody chunks of flesh, with Yuan Jiu's cries echoing in the room. He held one hand over his groin while another sunk, a Curved Saber falling from his arm.
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