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Shi Yushu had never felt that death could be so close. Of course, apart from that one moment before dying, most people would not have the experience of brushing past the Grim Reaper.
Zhu Yao's gaze was sharp, as piercing as the blade in her hand. She swung her arm, the knife aimed directly at Shi Yushu.
Around Shi Yushu stood several individuals, each a death warrior, loyal to their professional ethics, devoted to money, and some even to their emotions. They charged at Zhu Yao without hesitation, willing to sacrifice their lives. Thus, Zhu Yao's first strike did not touch Shi Yushu but instead struck a young man in the chest.
Zhu Yao withdrew her blade, and the young man flew aside.
Changing her stance, Zhu Yao leaped suddenly, the Lunar Blade thrusting forward again.
The target remained Shi Yushu, yet once more she failed to make contact with him.
This time it was a middle-aged man in his forties—oh no, according to the laws of the United Nations two hundred years ago, he was still considered a young man. But that no longer mattered; life had slipped away from him, making it regrettable whether he was young or middle-aged.
Zhu Yao's expression remained unchanged, her focus intense. The fact that her two strikes had not achieved the desired result seemed to bother her not at all.
Calmly, she struck again, just as she had done countless times before—smoothly and naturally without pretense. Yet it was terrifying, deeply unsettling Shi Yushu.
He trembled and stepped back, but behind him was a wall; there was nowhere left to retreat.
Fortunately, this time the blade did not pierce Shi Yushu but instead found its mark in a stout man with a round face who had suddenly appeared beside him.
While the previous two strikes had penetrated deeply into flesh and bone, this man's body only yielded to the blade's edge. Zhu Yao's eyes narrowed as she withdrew her blade, blood gushing forth.
With a quick push off the ground, Zhu Yao appeared once more before Shi Yushu. He had nearly lost all awareness, forgetting even how to evade.
As Several Years, the leader of the United Heart Association's branch, recently rose to prominence once again. The dazzling throne and honors came too swiftly and unexpectedly for Shi Yushu, causing him to forget far too much.
So when everything began to collapse again, he found himself with nothing at all—worse off than before.
Just as the blade was about to pierce Shi Yushu's neck, a sudden and chilling intent to kill surged from the side, aimed directly at Zhu Yao.
If Zhu Yao did not retract her knife, she would be gravely injured by this newly appeared blade, resulting in a situation where both she and Shi Yushu would be doomed.
It was a dilemma; if she chose to withdraw her knife again, she would lose the best opportunity to assassinate Shi Yushu. At that moment, he was like a startled bird, and if he regained his composure, other unforeseen complications might arise.
In the brief half-second of contemplation, Zhu Yao made her decision through action.
She slightly adjusted the angle of her blade, shifting from Shi Yushu's throat to just below his neck—both were lethal spots. The difference lay in that the former would result in immediate death, while the latter would take a minute or two.
As the blade shifted, her body naturally followed suit. Based on years of experience, she estimated that she could avoid critical areas, but it was merely an estimation.
Nothing is absolute; any unexpected occurrence could prove to be extremely dangerous. Yet Zhu Yao pressed on without concern.
The Lunar Blade was about to strike Shi Yushu's body, while Zhu Yao herself was on the verge of being harmed.
At that moment, a streak of light suddenly shot in from afar and barreled toward Zhu Yao's knife mid-flight, abruptly descending.
Almost simultaneously, a scream echoed through the chaos!
“Bang! Bang!!”
Amidst the tumultuous sounds of battle, two muffled thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground could be heard. Upon hearing this sound, the nearby fighting abruptly halted. Gradually, this stillness spread rapidly until the entire room was enveloped in an atmosphere of silence.
Everyone turned their gaze toward the source of those two sounds.
One of them belonged to the person who had aimed at Zhu Yao; he was now lifeless, with a wooden stake lodged in his neck.
Another was Shi Yushu, blood continuously gushing from his neck, already on the brink of death, yet still clinging to life.
He struggled to cover his neck with his hand, hoping to stem the flow of blood, but it was all in vain.
Zhu Yao looked at the lifeless body beside her, paused for a moment in silence, then slowly walked toward the door.
In the chaotic battlefield, everyone gradually began to disperse. The members of the United Heart Association moved inward, while those from Azure Wind Antelope headed outside.
At the entrance, Tong Bailong stood with the Mountain-Cleaving Blade in hand like a guardian deity. Ikeda Masahiro had barely managed to detach himself from Jufeng's shoulder, gazing at the stillness around them.
Zhu Yao reached the door without stopping and walked straight out.
Tong Bailong glanced at Jufeng. After receiving Jufeng's confirmation, he gestured for departure, prompting the Azure Wind Antelope members to leave through the same window they had entered.
The entire Detached Villa gradually ceased fighting as Zhu Yao's figure appeared on both the first and second floors and in the courtyard. The Azure Wind Antelope retreated en masse, while the United Heart Association members hung their heads in despair.
As Zhu Yao reached the entrance, reinforcements from the United Heart Association arrived, led by none other than Han Fan.
Upon seeing Zhu Yao and understanding the situation, he fell silent for a moment before suddenly bursting into tears.
His cries were particularly mournful; whether it was due to pretense or not, they rang out unusually loud!
The sound of his weeping quickly infected others, and soon everyone began to cry in their own way. Thus, Shi Yushu's once serene abode turned into his funeral site.
However, it seemed that their mourning had begun a bit too early and anxiously since Shi Yushu had not yet completely drawn his last breath.
From a distance of over twenty meters away from Jufeng, Shi Yushu's gaze began to turn desperate, losing all signs of life.
Jufeng thought that Shi Yushu looked quite pitiful at that moment, like someone about to drown in the sea, desperately trying to grasp the last straw of hope, yet ultimately finding nothing to hold onto.
Some people fall into the water due to a misstep, while others willingly throw themselves into the net.
It was clear that Shi Yushu was the kind of person who did not cherish his own life.
Jufeng looked at Shi Yushu and felt that before he died, he should at least give him an explanation, allowing him to die with a clearer understanding of Bai Yi.
"You must be very curious as to why the elders of the United Heart Association did not help you. The truth is quite simple; I can give you an answer now. They have already approached me and are likely in Feng Cheng, negotiating with Pizza Hut. You don’t have to feel alone because Pizza Hut will soon catch up with your pace."
"A toothless tiger is inevitably replaced by younger cubs."
Jufeng murmured as he took Ikeda Masahiro's soft hand and left the Detached Villa with Tong Bailong.
(To be continued)
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