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Everyone felt that she was practically invincible; her fists struck her body as if hitting cotton, and she showed no reaction at all. On the contrary, with every punch thrown, the strong men would pay for it with a knife.
This woman was ruthless enough to use her own body to exchange for opportunities to engage in close combat, until only one person remained in the arena.
Her eyes were bloodshot with rage. One hand held onto the rope, while the other wielded a dagger. With one foot wrapped around the rope, she stood diagonally on it, her long hair disheveled and her body covered in blood. "Come on, it's just you left. Let's make this quick and settle it with one blow."
Seeing so many of his companions killed, the strong man suddenly let out a roar and raised his fist, charging towards Yin Luo.
Before his roar could be heard, Yin Luo had already gauged his speed. With a swift movement of her feet, she released both the rope and the dagger, directly engaging him head-on with a kick.
The strong man reacted quickly, raising his hand to block. However, he did not expect that Yin Luo's move was merely a feint. As they closed in on each other, she flicked her fingers and swiftly struck his neck with her palm while crashing heavily to the ground.
In an instant, the strong man seemed frozen in place, staring at her with eyes full of disbelief. Yin Luo lifted her head from near unconsciousness and saw him fall straight down, his eyes wide open, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
She opened her mouth to laugh but couldn't manage it because she had no strength left!
Earlier, she had once again used herself as bait. When closing in, she had secretly concealed a needle in her hand and took advantage of the strong man's distraction to stab it into his vital point, finally subduing him.
How could she possibly engage him head-on? As a small woman, if she had gone toe-to-toe with him, all her bones would have likely shattered, leaving her no strength to continue fighting.
But fortunately, she had won!
She lay on the ground, raised her head, and looked up at Mu Changqing. His expression was unclear, but his eyes were distinctly unfriendly. He coldly turned away and left.
Did she pass?
She finally passed!
Yin Luo felt a wave of relief wash over her, and just like that, she fainted.
"Such serious injuries, yet not a sound. It seems like not a single bone is intact; it’s as if they’ve been shattered. If it weren't for timely treatment, she would probably have to spend the rest of her life in bed."
"Stop talking nonsense; as long as she can be treated, that's all that matters."
"You..."
In her dazed state, Yin Luo seemed to hear some arguing, but before she could make sense of it, her consciousness sank back into darkness.
When she woke up again, it was nighttime. The room was quiet, with only the flickering candlelight for company. She remained silent for three seconds, staring at the gauze canopy above her. It finally dawned on her that she was not dreaming; the pain in her body confirmed that everything was real. She had truly crossed over and had just gone through a life-and-death ordeal.
She heard a sound from outside the door. Turning her head, she saw a maid-like woman enter with a basin. Upon seeing that she was awake, the woman's eyes brightened as she hurriedly set down the basin and approached her softly, calling out, "Madam, you’re awake?"
Madam?
Yin Luo furrowed her brows and suddenly remembered that she was the concubine of that ghost-faced man.
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