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The blade flashed, aiming directly for Nangong Shuang's throat. She did not dodge or evade; instead, she brought her right hand forward, aligning her index and middle fingers together like a sword to meet the blade head-on. The man in black was taken aback, never expecting her to dare to catch a knife with her bare hands. However, the momentum of the blade was already set, and he had no choice but to chop down with determination.
Just as the blade was about to touch Nangong Shuang's fingertips, her fingers suddenly flicked, releasing a wisp of green smoke! The man in black felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a pungent odor invading his nostrils, causing him to feel dizzy and unsteady.
“Be careful! She uses poison!” another man in black shouted.
But it was too late; the knife-wielding man had already been struck by Nangong Shuang's Mihun San, his movements slowing as if he were drunk. Seizing the opportunity, Nangong Shuang stepped forward and struck several of his acupoints, causing him to collapse to the ground, unable to move.
With one opponent down, Nangong Shuang immediately turned her attention to the other two. The swordsman in black lunged at her with fierce strikes, each one deadly. Nangong Shuang drew a short dagger from her sleeve and skillfully parried his attacks. Her movements were light and agile, dancing through the shadows of the sword like a butterfly among flowers, making it difficult for her opponent to land a hit despite his weapon advantage.
The third man in black, unarmed, joined the fray. His palm techniques were powerful and forceful, each strike accompanied by a sharp wind sound. While fending off the swordsman, Nangong Shuang had to remain vigilant against this man's palm strikes, gradually feeling overwhelmed.
“Mei Ying Bu and Qingyun Finger—this is indeed the skill of the Nangong Family,” the unarmed man sneered. “Unfortunately for you, your skills are still lacking; today you cannot escape death!”
Nangong Shuang did not respond and focused on the battle. She knew that her martial arts were inferior to those of these two men, especially that unarmed fighter whose moves were seasoned and clearly belonged to an experienced warrior. However, the Nangong Family possessed not only lightness skills but also unique poison techniques.
In one exchange, Nangong Shuang deliberately exposed a flaw, prompting the swordsman to strike with glee as his blade aimed for her heart. At that critical moment, she suddenly swung her right hand outward, scattering a cloud of powder!
“More poison!” the swordsman exclaimed in alarm as he hurriedly retreated but had already inhaled some. He felt a burning sensation in his throat and began coughing uncontrollably, causing his sword strikes to falter.
Nangong Shuang seized the moment; her left hand transformed into claws as she aimed for his throat. The swordsman hastily tried to block but found himself outmaneuvered by Nangong Shuang as she gracefully circled behind him. Her fingers hooked accurately onto his neck acupoint. With a muffled groan, he collapsed onto the ground.
“Clever poison trick!” the unarmed man shouted angrily as he unleashed a powerful palm strike aimed at Nangong Shuang's back.
Having just subdued the swordsman and still regaining her balance, she hurriedly turned to defend herself but was already too late. Just as she was about to be struck by this palm attack, she rolled sideways at the last moment, barely avoiding a fatal blow; however, her left shoulder took a heavy hit!
“Ah!” Nangong Shuang cried out in pain as she staggered backward; her left arm felt numb and weak.
“Hmph! Let's see what tricks you have left today!” The man in black pressed forward aggressively with another palm strike.
Nangong Shuang barely managed to evade but was clearly struggling now. Although the first poisoned man moved sluggishly due to his condition, he had not completely lost his combat ability and was now staggering back into action.
In an instant, Nangong Shuang found herself besieged from both sides; things were looking dire. Her supply of poison powder had run out, and with her left arm injured while facing two attackers simultaneously, she began to fall behind.
“Nangong Girl, this is where it ends!” The unarmed man sneered as he brought down a powerful palm strike.
Nangong Shuang had no strength left to evade; she could only watch helplessly as that lethal palm descended upon her. Just at that critical moment, several glints of cold light shot through the air toward the man's wrist!
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!” Three silver needles accurately pierced into the acupoints of the man in black. He let out a scream as his lethal palm strike instantly weakened. Following that were several more silver needles flying toward him that sealed off his other hand and leg acupoints as well; he stood frozen like a wooden statue in place.
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