After the commotion with Ragna, the atmosphere finally eased up a bit, no longer as tense as before.
Everyone felt much more relaxed. Just before Hua Ru was about to let go from exhaustion, two others stood by the side, ready to break in at any moment.
(In Cantonese) “Three, two, one, I’ll shout. When I say one, we both kick at the same time, okay?” Xukesi confirmed the plan once again.
“Big boss,” Ragna’s face looked quite relaxed.
(In Cantonese) “Do you understand? What the hell are you even saying?”
“Okay, okay, no problem.”
(In Cantonese) “Just don’t swing your knife so wildly. You attack the top, I attack the bottom. Be careful not to hit me.” Xukesi was still uneasy; yesterday’s fight against Number 15 had caused quite a few problems.
“Wakaka.” Ragna nodded, stepping back to give some space before raising his foot to kick the door.
(In Cantonese) “Can you speak normal Mandarin?” Xukesi sounded a bit annoyed.
“Got it. No more nonsense. Let’s go.” Ragna took a deep breath, clearly ready.
“Ready! You go first, I’ll cover the rear.” Xukesi also took a deep breath and slowly said, “Three… two… one!”
This time, their kicks were almost perfectly timed, but they didn’t expect nobody would hold the door behind them.
The door easily gave way to their force.
Ragna, pushing too hard from outside, stumbled and nearly fell, but luckily managed to steady himself after a few steps inside.
Unfortunately, things were not that simple. Just as he thought he was steady, something suddenly tripped his foot. He immediately lost balance and fell to the ground.
The inside of the room was pitch black. Like yesterday, it wasn’t completely impossible to see—he could barely make out shadowy figures.
But the people inside clearly had the advantage; looking outward, they had a clear view of the targets.
No sooner said than done, Xukesi strode inside like a man on a mission, brandishing a glowing blue dagger that radiated fierce energy.
The greenhorn hadn’t seen clearly, but Xukesi saw everything with perfect clarity.
When the door had just been kicked open, the young man hadn’t controlled his momentum, leaving the doorway wide open—a cardinal sin for any martial artist.
Xukesi sensed something was wrong. He knew they had walked into an ambush.
Sure enough, a shadow suddenly leapt in front of the greenhorn and executed a sweeping leg strike.
The kid, off-balance, couldn’t dodge and fell to the ground.
The shadow didn’t retreat after the strike; instead, it reached out to snatch the young man’s Dragon-Slaying Divine Knife. If that fell into the enemy’s hands, it would be disastrous.
Xukesi’ arrow was already on the string; he had no choice but to shoot. Moving with the speed of a man who could shrink distances at will, he closed the gap in two strides and unleashed the first form of his street knife style: “Splitting Mount Hua.”
The origin of this move was lost to history, but it was considered a supreme technique in their era.
Almost everyone could learn the first form of this street knife style without a master, regardless of age or gender. But in terms of sheer power, few could rival Xukesi.
The move sounded like thunder rolling through empty air, a mighty force that suggested years—perhaps decades—of practice.
The shadow dared not advance another step and hastily pulled back, abandoning the attempt to seize the Dragon-Slaying Divine Knife, at least for the moment.
Xukesi didn’t relent, stepping forward half a pace and morphing the “Splitting Mount Hua” into the third form of the street knife style: “Sweeping Through the Army.”
The cold gleam on his glowing dagger looked like the fires of hell beneath the darkest skies, inspiring dread.
The shadow knew it couldn’t face this head-on and immediately employed Phantom Footwork to evade the deadly strike. Still, the shadow’s chest was slashed open—a close call.
Seizing a brief moment to catch his breath, the shadow noticed the greenhorn starting to recover. If he rejoined the fight, defeat was certain. Making a quick decision, the shadow shouted, “Wo da!”
In that instant, the shadow assumed the famous Jeet Kune Do stance, renowned throughout the martial world. Xukesi was shocked.
The room was too dark to see which specific form the enemy used, so he hastily launched another “Splitting Mount Hua” strike, hoping to drive back the shadow.
But unexpectedly, the shadow’s punch was a feint; the real target was the recovering greenhorn.
Jeet Kune Do was a legendary martial art, incomparable to the street knife style.
It was too late when the greenhorn realized he’d been tricked.
His shoulder took a solid side kick, and he rolled twice, dropping the Dragon-Slaying Divine Knife beside him.
He was doomed!
Just as the shadow reached to grab the weapon, Xukesi knew he was outmatched but gritted his teeth and tried the first form of the street knife style again.
However, his heart pounded so hard that he couldn’t replicate the thunderous, wind-and-lightning force of his initial attack.
The shadow was alert, sensing the movement and secretly gathering strength. Facing the powerful strike, the shadow didn’t retreat but charged forward again, shouting, “Wo da!”
A single step closed the gap. A piercing punch struck Xukesi’ abdomen, causing him to fly backward several meters.
Just as the shadow was celebrating his success, a graceful figure suddenly appeared before him—a seemingly impossible woman.
He was frozen as if under a paralysis spell, unable to move an inch. Only when her weapon swung through the air, about to strike, did he snap out of it and dodge—unfortunately, he was still wounded.
The lights… came on!
Alright, the scene wasn’t actually complicated. Because nobody was blocking the door, Ragna had kicked it open with excessive force and just managed not to fall as he rushed inside.
Number One, Zhou Wei, took the chance to sneak up and trip him, trying to grab the Dragon-Slaying Divine Knife from his hand.
Xukesi, of course, couldn’t allow Zhou Wei to get the knife, or they’d be killed instead. So, he dashed inside and wildly swung his blade twice without much technique.
At this moment, Ragna was getting back up. If he joined the fight, it would be two against one. Zhou Wei probably knew he couldn’t defeat both of them, so he used Jeet Kune Do.
First, he tricked Xukesi into thinking he was attacking, but it was just a feint. His real goal was to kick Ragna, sending the young man flying and dropping the Dragon-Slaying Divine Knife.
Zhou Wei tried to pick up the knife but was actually watching Xukesi closely.
Sure enough, Xukesi took the bait and attacked because he didn’t want Zhou Wei to get the blade.
Zhou Wei, no amateur, knocked Xukesi down with a single punch. But suddenly, an impossible woman appeared—Zhang Huiran.
This made him hesitate briefly. By the time he realized she was attacking, it was too late to retreat. A scratch appeared across his face.
The lights… were turned on by Yelena.
A blood-red slash ran across Zhou Wei’s entire face.
The pain made him cry out.
“Damn! You little bitch! Don’t let me catch you! I’ll f**king kill you!” He spun around like an ant on a hot pan, the pain unbearable. He didn’t dare touch the wound, but not touching it made it even worse. So, he cursed, as if that could dull the pain.
Hua Ru was terrified. Ragna was still rolling on the ground, and Xukesi clutched his stomach, unable to get up. Both were temporarily out of the fight.
They’d only managed to injure Zhou Wei with a surprise strike using a kitchen spatula. It was clear they couldn’t defeat him and had only enraged him further.
So facing that man’s furious gaze, Hua Ru was filled with dread. She wasn’t good at fighting, much less killing.
She could talk tough, but when it came down to actual combat, she’d rather admit she was just a keyboard warrior.