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"Is it the Four Great Masters?" The Captain of the Guards exclaimed, a hint of fear in his voice.
The Four Great Masters approached, clearly well-prepared. They positioned themselves in four directions, surrounding the Assassin and Cui Yingying in an impenetrable circle.
"Cui girl, this matter does not concern you, so please step aside," the leader of the masters said in a deep voice, his gaze firmly locked on the Assassin, not daring to show any signs of negligence.
Cui Yingying glanced at the Assassin and then at the masters before breaking into a sly smile. "What? Are you planning to bully the few with your numbers?"
"There is no need for any chivalry when dealing with ruthless villains," another master coldly replied. "If you insist on intervening, don't blame us for being impolite!"
Cui Yingying weighed her kitchen knife in her hand and laughed, "What a bold statement! I want to see just how impolite you can be!"
With that, she leaped into the fray.
Seeing Cui Yingying join the fight, the Four Great Masters no longer held back and unleashed their signature skills. In an instant, the palace was filled with flashing blades and cries of battle.
The Assassin was already at a disadvantage facing four opponents, and now with Cui Yingying joining in, he found himself overwhelmed and in perilous situations.
"When seasoning, it should be done evenly and slowly like spring rain nourishing the earth..." Cui Yingying muttered as she exchanged blows with the masters, unsure if she was reminding the Assassin or simply talking to herself.
At first, the Assassin paid no mind, thinking Cui Yingying was rambling nonsensically. However, as her words continued to flow, he suddenly realized that her seemingly unrelated comments contained hidden wisdom!
"Yes! Just like the process of tofu coagulation, it requires precise control of temperature and time..." The Assassin began to connect Cui Yingying's words with the battle unfolding before him while fending off attacks from the Four Great Masters.
The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became; he discovered that every step and detail mentioned by Cui Yingying corresponded perfectly with the changes in the formation of the Four Great Masters!
"Could it be..." A bold guess flashed through his mind. "Is this formation of the Four Great Masters related to the principles of tofu making?"
With this realization, clarity washed over him. He stopped blindly attacking or defending and began consciously guiding the direction of their attacks, leading them into traps he had set up in advance.
"If too much brine is added, the tofu will become tough; if too little is added, it will fall apart..." Cui Yingying's voice echoed like heavenly music in the Assassin's ears.
Understanding her intent, his swordplay began to shift accordingly—sometimes sharp as a blade, sometimes gentle as a spring breeze—effortlessly dissolving the attacks from the Four Great Masters.
Initially working in perfect harmony with relentless assaults, over time they began to feel increasingly strained; their once flawless formation started to show signs of cracks.
"What’s happening?"
"Why has this kid's swordplay suddenly become so strange?"
Four Great Masters felt a mix of confusion and uncertainty, not understanding where the problem lay.
"Opportunity!"
Assassin seized the moment when Four Great Masters' formation showed a flaw, moving like lightning as he thrust his sword!
"Be careful!"
Four Great Masters tried to evade, but it was already too late.
Thud!
The sound of a blade piercing flesh echoed; one of the masters failed to dodge and was stabbed through the shoulder by Assassin.
"Third Brother!"
The remaining three masters were instantly alarmed.
"Don't worry about me, kill him quickly!" The injured master gritted his teeth against the excruciating pain and shouted.
Upon hearing this, the three masters disregarded everything else and launched a fierce attack on Assassin once more.
However, with one less person in their formation, their power diminished significantly. Moreover, Assassin had already found a way to counter them, making their attacks no longer a threat.
"Analytic geometry focuses on the relationship between points, lines, and planes..." Cui Yingying's voice rang out again, this time laced with excitement and enthusiasm.
Hearing this, Assassin felt a spark of inspiration, and his sword techniques shifted once more.
This time, his swordplay was no longer confined to traditional moves; instead, he integrated principles of geometry into his strikes. Each thrust seemed to calculate angles, distances, and force with pinpoint accuracy, making it nearly impossible to defend against.
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
"What an unusual move!"
The three masters had never encountered such bizarre swordplay before and were caught off guard, retreating step by step.
"The secret of tofu making lies in..." Cui Yingying wanted to continue but was interrupted by Assassin.
"Enough!" Assassin said in a deep voice, "I'll handle the rest myself."
With that, he flickered and transformed into a shadow, charging into the midst of the three masters.
"This is bad!"
The three masters felt alarm bells ringing in their minds; they wanted to evade but it was already too late.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Three muffled sounds almost simultaneously echoed, and before the three great masters could react, they were swiftly silenced by the Assassin's blade, collapsing into a pool of blood.
The inner palace was instantly engulfed in silence.
Hiding under the bed, the Emperor witnessed everything unfold, his face drained of color, trembling all over, unable to utter a word.
He never imagined that the Four Great Masters he had painstakingly trained would be so easily killed by this young man before him!
After eliminating the Four Great Masters, the Assassin turned around, his gaze landing on the Emperor hiding beneath the bed.
"What... what do you want?" the Emperor asked, his voice shaking with fear.
The Assassin remained silent, slowly approaching him.
At that moment, Cui Yingying suddenly stepped in front of the Assassin, looking at the Emperor with a glint of cunning in her eyes.
"I've changed my mind," Cui Yingying said with a smile. "Instead of letting you die, how about..." She paused, her gaze fixed on the Emperor. "How about you become my hostage?"
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