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Number Four staggered back a few steps, holding the knife horizontally in front of him, the blood flowing from his right shoulder particularly conspicuous. Despite this, a cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth, as if he felt even more exhilarated by the situation. Number Four's cold eyes sparkled with a frenzied light, like a mad hunter finally encountering its desired prey.
Lin Yu remained silent, his left hand firmly gripping the knife while his right hand extended forward, constantly measuring the distance between the two. He knew that Number Four enjoyed seeking thrills in battle; being injured was merely a catalyst that ignited his fighting spirit. Lin Yu had to respond carefully; any misstep could lead him into a trap.
The atmosphere between them grew increasingly tense, as if the air was filled with the scent of gunpowder. Number Four licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Not bad, Lin Yu. This is what makes a fight interesting. Unfortunately for you, you'll never be able to beat me."
Lin Yu looked at him coldly, but inside he was rapidly calculating his next move. He understood that Number Four's words were not just threats but also a display of confidence in his own abilities. His left hand slightly adjusted the position of the knife, ready to strike at any moment. His right hand continued to extend forward, seemingly applying pressure on Number Four.
Number Four bent slightly at the waist, lowering his center of gravity and preparing to launch an attack at any moment. His gaze sharpened like a bird of prey fixated on its target. Suddenly, he lunged forward, the blade flashing as it aimed directly for Lin Yu's chest.
Lin Yu quickly sidestepped to avoid it while simultaneously sweeping his left-hand knife in an arc towards Number Four's abdomen. Number Four's expression changed sharply as he hastily raised his knife to block; their blades clashed in mid-air with a crisp sound. Sparks flew as Number Four was forced back a few steps again.
Lin Yu did not give him a chance to breathe and swiftly closed in, each step precise and unyielding. His knife technique was as swift as the wind, each strike filled with lethal intent. Number Four continuously dodged, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack.
Lin Yu swung his left hand forcefully towards Number Four's right side, delivering an upward slash accompanied by a fierce gust of wind. Number Four's eyes narrowed as he suddenly sidestepped, skillfully evading this deadly blow. Immediately after, he twisted his waist and swung to the left, his right hand reaching for an arrow from the quiver on his back; both hands attacked simultaneously—one wielding a knife and the other holding an arrow aimed fiercely at Lin Yu.
Seeing danger approaching, Lin Yu did not hesitate to perform a backflip, his body light as a swallow as he swiftly dodged away. His movements flowed seamlessly together; however, he knew deep down that Number Four's attacks would only become more ferocious.
Number Four's knife and arrow struck empty air almost simultaneously, clearly indicating he was ready for another wave of offense. Lin Yu steadied himself, his gaze sharp and focused on every movement of Number Four. He understood that his opponent would not give him much time to recover.
With a cold laugh, Number Four swiftly launched another arrow through the air towards Lin Yu. Lin Yu quickly dodged while simultaneously swinging his left-hand knife again, this time targeting Number Four's left side. Their battle had reached a fever pitch where every move was charged with life-and-death stakes.
Number Four dodged again but found that Lin Yu's knife techniques had become even more aggressive; each strike was laden with immense pressure. His right hand tightly gripped the arrow shaft while his left hand wielded the knife incessantly, searching for any flaw in Lin Yu's defense.
Lin Yu's assault was like a torrential storm, leaving Number Four overwhelmed. His movements became increasingly rapid, the glint of his blade flashing, not giving Number Four any chance to catch his breath. Number Four felt the pressure mounting; he knew that if this continued, he would eventually be forced into a corner by Lin Yu.
Number Four swung his knife at Lin Yu, but with his other hand, he forcefully flicked an arrow, sending it flying straight toward Lin Yu. As Lin Yu charged forward, preparing to clash blades with Number Four, he caught sight of the sudden attack in his peripheral vision. Startled, he quickly slashed with his knife, severing the arrow.
However, this momentary delay allowed Number Four to press the attack. His small knife sliced through the air, aiming directly at Lin Yu's waist. Lin Yu hurriedly sidestepped to evade, but the blade still grazed his clothing, leaving a shallow cut that drew blood. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the pain, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Seeing this, Number Four's eyes gleamed with triumph. He knew that this strike had cost Lin Yu his best opportunity to counterattack. He swiftly followed up with another strike, his knife moving with fierce intensity and no mercy. Yet Lin Yu did not back down; he took a deep breath, focused his energy, and swung his left-hand knife again to meet Number Four's assault.
The blades clashed in mid-air, producing a sharp metallic sound. Lin Yu's movements remained swift and precise, each strike infused with tremendous power. Number Four relied on his agility to continuously dodge and counterattack. The battle between them resembled a fierce contest between dragons and tigers, every move filled with the tension of life and death.
Number Four knew he could not allow Lin Yu any respite; he had to seize the moment and take down his opponent. He launched another arrow, this time directly aimed at Lin Yu's face. Lin Yu dared not underestimate it; he quickly tilted his head to dodge and then spun around, swinging his left-hand knife fiercely toward Number Four's neck.
Number Four's expression hardened as he hurriedly retreated but was still grazed by the blade, blood once again flowing from his wound. Gritting his teeth, he swung his knife repeatedly in an attempt to push Lin Yu back. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yu advanced relentlessly, the light of his blade flashing like a tempest bearing down on Number Four.
Lin Yu swung his knife vigorously as he closed in on Number Four. Number Four also steeled himself, gripping his small knife and engaging in combat with Lin Yu. The two exchanged furious blows; sparks flew from their clashing blades as Number Four shouted angrily, "Thirteen... why did you betray us... what was it all for?"
Lin Yu did not respond; he only intensified his attacks, each strike filled with power and determination. His gaze was cold and resolute, like a fierce tiger eyeing its prey. Number Four was forced to retreat step by step but remained unwilling to yield, desperately counterattacking.
"Do you know that your betrayal has put us all in danger!" Number Four roared, his voice filled with rage. His blade flashed menacingly; each strike carried a strong intent to kill as if he aimed to completely defeat Lin Yu.
Lin Yu remained silent, coldly watching Number Four. His mind was racing with thoughts, yet he revealed nothing on his face. He understood that this battle was not just a struggle for survival but also a conflict within himself—a struggle for resolution.
The blades intertwined in the air, sparks flying everywhere; Number Four's furious shouts contrasted sharply with Lin Yu's silence. Number Four's attacks grew increasingly fierce while Lin Yu's defense became more solid. Each collision between them felt like meteors colliding—filled with endless tension.
Number Four roared again, "Thirteen, answer me! Why did you betray us?"
Lin Yu finally spoke, his voice low and calm: "Because... I can no longer turn a blind eye. I can no longer kill innocent people for that tyrant."
Number Four's movements paused slightly, a flicker of astonishment crossing his eyes, but it quickly turned into greater anger. His attacks became fiercer, the blade slicing through the air, aiming directly at Lin Yu's vital points. Lin Yu swiftly dodged and countered with a slash across Number Four's arm, blood splattering out.
Number Four let out a cry of pain but refused to back down. A more frenzied flame ignited in his gaze, as if he wanted to burn Lin Yu to ashes. Lin Yu knew that this battle would be their final showdown; there was no retreat, only one could leave alive.
Lin Yu's strikes grew increasingly fierce, each swing carrying immense power. His figure moved like a wraith, constantly darting around Number Four, searching for the final blow. Number Four's attacks gradually became chaotic; his stamina was rapidly depleting, yet the fire of rage in his heart remained undiminished.
Finally, after an intense clash, Lin Yu spotted a flaw. He swiftly struck, the blade aimed directly at Number Four's chest. A flash of terror crossed Number Four's eyes, but he could no longer evade it. The blade pierced through his chest, blood gushing out violently.
Number Four's body stiffened for a moment before collapsing weakly. His eyes still held resentment and anger, but the flame of life had already extinguished. Lin Yu withdrew his blade, panting heavily as he coldly stared at Number Four's lifeless body.
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