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The dagger sliced through the air at high speed, producing a sharp sound. However, as the surrounding scenery slowed down, that sharp sound became deep and eerie, and the once rapid trajectory of the blade could now be fully perceived by the eyes.
With a gentle sidestep, Yang Xiaoyou raised his right hand slightly. With a 'thud,' he successfully caught the blade of the dagger that was flying toward his neck, following a seemingly premonitory trajectory.
His arm remained steady, showing no signs of trembling.
After a natural and agile twist, he reversed his grip on the dagger and walked calmly toward the dark thicket.
"This time, your greatest mistake was attempting a sneak attack without firearms. The price for this mistake will be your life," Yang Xiaoyou said lightly as he stepped into the shadows.
In front of him, Hank wore an expression of disbelief and shock. Although a gun was holstered at his waist, he dared not draw it.
The reason his opponent approached slowly was to throw him off balance; any attempt to draw his weapon would expose him to a swift and lethal counterattack from just a few steps away.
For Hank, at this distance, a dagger was always more useful than a gun.
He never expected that the boy who had once held the upper hand and nearly suppressed him had grown to such an extent. This was beyond anything that could be described by mere talent; it seemed impossible in this world!
"Hey, for someone like me, your psychological tactics won't work. You should have been born by the time I first used this trick," Hank said, holding another prepared dagger horizontally across his chest, looking at Yang Xiaoyou with vigilance.
Back then, this boy had been unable to do anything against him even at the optimal range for handgun attacks, trying every means to force him back.
But now, he casually approached with a dagger right into Hank's best attack range. Pathetically, Hank found himself hesitant to make the first move; the moment Yang Xiaoyou had caught his weapon had truly shaken him.
At the same time, while facing Hank, Yang Xiaoyou appeared relaxed on the surface, but internally he was on high alert.
If it were merely a comparison of ordinary strength and speed, he might still be slightly inferior in normal conditions. However, thanks to his Cognitive Acceleration and Limit Release abilities, his power surpassed Hank's. Unfortunately, his left arm had yet to recover; while usable in battle, it would still affect his performance.
Had Hank attempted to roll back while drawing his gun just now, Yang Xiaoyou was confident he could have slashed Hank's throat before he could fire. Unfortunately, that fellow's seasoned combat experience led him not to make such a choice.
Now dealing with him would be somewhat troublesome. Limit Release was called so because it represented the capabilities of the human body’s potential—only restrained by instinctual self-preservation controlled by the brain.
Although ordinary people cannot freely control their actions, it is possible for them to experience a desperate explosion of power in times of stress.
The gap between the peak combat power of a skilled fighter and the low point of one with a negative mindset is terrifying.
In a life-and-death struggle between both sides, directly provoking the opponent's final counterattack could lead to dire consequences for oneself. It is wiser to gradually wear down the opponent's will, erode their patience, and then offer them a glimmer of hope before striking.
What one needs to do is to extinguish that hope as soon as the opponent perceives it.
"I think we should talk; mutual slaughter benefits neither of us." Seeing that Yang Xiaoyou did not attack immediately, Hank cautiously approached.
The danger of close-quarters combat with daggers far exceeds that of long-range gunfire. No matter how confident a warrior is in close combat, they can still falter in such short-range encounters.
"Indeed, we can talk, but you should be aware that our power comparison is no longer what it was last time. To demonstrate your sincerity, could you first reveal your purpose for coming here?" Yang Xiaoyou replied calmly.
"It's simple. I have my own sources of information and a unique position within IA. Luo wants to leverage my energy to investigate an organization, while I want to use his strength to deal with an Arms Dealer," Hank said, locking eyes with Yang Xiaoyou as he spoke slowly.
"Well, it seems you do have the sincerity to negotiate with me," Yang Xiaoyou nodded in acknowledgment.
Hank felt a slight sense of relief upon hearing this. He was somewhat uncertain about the opponent's strength; avoiding a fight where one's life could be lost at any moment was preferable. The other party likely shared similar concerns.
Once he dealt with the immediate issue, he had countless ways to eliminate his opponent. In this day and age, relying solely on personal combat strength was insufficient; a single bullet could easily take down most fighters when they let their guard down.
"Unfortunately, I lack sincerity." Just as Hank's mood shifted, Yang Xiaoyou seized on what could hardly be called an opening. In an instant, he launched a thunderous assault. With a swift step forward, the grass beneath him sank into the ground, dirt flying everywhere. He transformed into a dagger-like arrow aimed directly at Hank's chest with an uncanny trajectory.
As soon as Yang Xiaoyou moved, Hank exploded into action as well. Instead of retreating, he charged forward recklessly; he understood that having lost the initiative meant that if he retreated and defended now, he would fall victim to relentless attacks from his opponent and meet his end.
Fighting for his life might still yield a slim chance of survival.
Seeing his opponent's attack, Yang Xiaoyou remained unfazed. He slightly adjusted his strike to create a gash on Hank's arm before pivoting his body and gliding past him. As he moved behind Hank, without pausing from his turn, he slashed backward with the dagger once more.
Clang!
As their attacks collided once more, a spark flickered in the darkness, and the ground beneath their feet was churned up, revealing the mud below.
After their initial clash, they immediately fell into a series of rapid exchanges. The short blades of their daggers were exchanged multiple times under the relentless offense and defense from both sides, with sparks occasionally flashing in the dark.
However, most of their attacks relied on simple dodges and the interchange of offense and defense. A single misstep from either combatant would lead to a swift and bloody end.
As time passed, after about ten seconds of fighting with more than a dozen exchanges, the disparity between them began to emerge. Each time Hank employed his reckless style, Yang Xiaoyou would exploit the openings created by Hank's large movements to evade his attacks, only inflicting minor wounds.
If Hank focused on defense, Yang Xiaoyou would immediately launch his most ferocious and deadly strikes. As time went on, he completely controlled the rhythm of the fight.
This style was entirely contrary to the usual practice of quickly determining victory or defeat in dagger duels. For skilled dagger users, it was nearly impossible to engage in such prolonged combat; attacking was simple, but defending was exceedingly difficult. If one failed to eliminate their opponent quickly, they would be the one to perish.
Due to both sides possessing exceptional fighting skills, once Yang Xiaoyou dragged Hank into this peculiar rhythm, their struggle transcended traditional dagger combat durations. Compared to Hank, whose body was marred with numerous wounds as if he were being slowly tortured, Yang Xiaoyou bore only three cuts—clearly illustrating the difference in their prowess.
With a powerful twist of his body, Yang Xiaoyou's right hand sent his dagger flying off Hank's barely held defense. In that instant, his left hand struck down directly at Hank's chest with a knife-hand blow. The sound of bones breaking echoed clearly as Hank was sent flying back against a tree trunk several steps away.
The entire trunk shook violently from the impact, shedding many leaves in the process.
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