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If I remember correctly, the Hillock where Yun Tianmo's people were ambushed is not far away, but why has no one appeared?
Since she began her training, Ouyang Zixin has rarely faced an enemy alone, and this time it is such a powerful foe.
Her unease grew stronger. As she saw the black Mystical Artifact flying towards her again, she quickly retreated, increasing the distance between them and buying herself more time to evade the attack.
"Useless effort." The person's eerie laughter echoed again, as if mocking Ouyang Zixin's resistance. Hidden beneath a cloak, their hand moved slightly, causing the speed of the Mystical Artifact to increase significantly as it whistled toward her.
With nothing around to provide cover, evading became even more difficult for Ouyang Zixin. In such an open space, how had he hidden himself before?
For someone like this, Ouyang Zixin should not analyze according to common sense. Just like the shadow guards that Yun Tianmo kept by his side, they are accustomed to lurking in the shadows. Even in an open area, they have ways to make their presence undetectable; it is instinctive for them.
Like a cat playing with its prey, the person controlled the Mystical Artifact to launch wave after wave of attacks on Ouyang Zixin. However, at this moment, it was not about taking her life directly. Instead, it was like a cat teasing a mouse—playing with her first before delivering the final blow.
In just the time of a Half Incense Stick, Ouyang Zixin's breathing became heavy, and her legs felt as if they were filled with lead.
She already had multiple wounds on her body, and her ankle felt as if it were broken. With her reddened eyes fixed on the Mystical Artifact in the air, her consciousness was indeed focused on the spot where the person stood. Life and death hung in the balance; she could not afford to be careless for even a moment.
At first, it seemed that the person controlled their strength and sound. After a while, however, they became reckless. The movements of the Mystical Artifact grew larger under their control, occasionally striking the ground with a thunderous crash.
Just when Ouyang Zixin was nearly in despair, a sudden buzzing sound echoed in her Mind. This caused her to pause momentarily. A thought flashed through her mind but slipped away before she could grasp it because the Mystical Artifact quickly caught up and struck heavily against her waist. The pain made her curl up and squat down.
It was this moment that gave her a brief respite; perhaps thinking that Ouyang Zixin could no longer stand up, the person withdrew the Mystical Artifact, ceasing their attacks.
"Buzz—"
The sound echoed again in her Mind, stirring something within Ouyang Zixin. She finally understood what this feeling was—a bitter smile appeared on her face.
The person's movements were strange as they quickly approached Ouyang Zixin, looking down at her from above. It was only then that she got a good look at their face hidden in the shadows.
The pale face with a hint of green, narrow eyes, and an eagle-like hooked nose beneath thin lips clearly indicated a cold-blooded individual.
Being intercepted by such a person, her luck was truly abysmal.
If only Nameless were here right now. This was the first time Ouyang Zixin had encountered danger without Nameless appearing; what exactly had she gotten herself into?
"Am I going to die?" The warnings in her mind echoed repeatedly, and this time it seemed she was in grave peril.
"Ke ke... die?" The man sneered, as if death was not the ultimate conclusion in his eyes. His bony hand slowly reached out and grabbed Ouyang Zixin's ponytail, pulling it back forcefully.
Ouyang Zixin winced in pain, having to tilt her head up but stubbornly refraining from crying out. Her beautiful eyes were misty, glimmering with a barely perceptible light.
"You do look quite good." A bright red tongue slipped out from the man's mouth, licking along the edge of his lips as if he were eyeing a delicious treat.
Such a gaze made Ouyang Zixin feel nauseous, but she was powerless to resist; she could only be at the mercy of this predator.
Perhaps satisfied with her appearance, the man extended his left hand from within his cloak towards Ouyang Zixin's face, his eyes gleaming with greed.
Yes, greed—not desire.
Buzz.
This time she saw clearly; the man's left hand was quite strange, seemingly not like a normal human hand. It had only three fingers, and the spaces beneath the nails were blackish-purple. Even without light, it was distinctly visible.
"Poisoned?" A chill ran through Ouyang Zixin; could this be her opportunity?
If this man was already injured, then after expending that mysterious energy earlier, he likely was just putting on an act now.
In her mind, she quickly calculated her chances of counterattacking while maintaining a calm facade. Even when that peculiar hand touched her face, she did not show a hint of displeasure. She remained composed as if she were not in danger at all.
"Hmph, quite bold." The man then pinched her chin, turning her face from side to side. His three rough fingers left three red marks on Ouyang Zixin's skin.
"You say, if I refine and absorb you, leaving no bones behind, would that be too cruel?"
It was as if he were casually commenting on the nice weather; he spoke his intentions without a care. However, this made Ouyang Zixin shiver. Her reaction seemed to amuse him, as he relaxed his grip slightly and burst into laughter.
In that instant, Ouyang Zixin suddenly raised her hand to strike at his left hand while gathering the little remaining Mysterious Energy beneath her feet. She executed a side kick aimed at the middle of his left arm.
Everyone thought this injured girl had lost her will to resist, but unexpectedly, she dared to counterattack and even found his weak spot.
He let out a sharp scream and quickly retreated, but Ouyang Zixin's kick still grazed his arm with her Mysterious Energy. This infuriated him; he glared at the girl who dared to hurt him and shouted, "You're asking for death!"
Ouyang Zixin spat and wiped her face vigorously, disdainfully saying, "Waiting for death is not my style."
He wanted to say something more, but his breath caught in his throat, and he began to cough violently. The heart-wrenching sound revealed his condition.
Although she didn't understand what kind of injury could weaken a person's aura so drastically from an arm wound, it didn't matter. As long as Ouyang Zixin could escape danger, she wouldn't hesitate to kill him right now. After all, the feeling of being on the brink of death was too terrifying.
Today could only end in one way: either he dies and she lives, or even if he doesn't die, she would make sure to splatter him with blood! (To be continued.)
P.S.: Kouxin suddenly feels very tired. The new civilization clearly applied for the main site channel, but because of gender, it was placed in the female channel. Is this really okay? This is honestly not a female channel story...
I have already submitted a request to change channels but don't know if it will be approved. If not, then I won't publish it. Sigh...
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