Bang…
Guan Hongyu was once again sent flying by Wan Yunting’s aerial back kick, smashing into a pile of wine jars stacked in the corner. The jars cracked and shattered with a clatter, and the rich aroma of wine spread through the air…
Guan Hongyu shook his arm, his fierce eyes glaring at Wan Yunting. He hadn't expected his martial arts to be so high, already reaching the Huajin stage of traditional martial arts.
“Hongyu, you are no match for me. It’s best to surrender.”
Wan Yunting said with a cold expression, looking at Guan Hongyu in front of him. “Besides, the police will be here any moment. Do you think you can still escape?”
Upon hearing that the police were arriving soon, Guan Hongyu’s face darkened. His ferocious eyes glared angrily at Wan Yunting, his lips twitching. He said, “Yunting, do you really have to force me into a desperate struggle?”
“You are the one harming the innocent!”
Wan Yunting’s eyes widened, and he said angrily, “You shouldn’t have treated Yan Xi like that. No matter what, she is your friend.”
“I had no choice…”
Guan Hongyu roared, waving his hand and looking at Luo Sang Zhuoma next to him. She was locked in combat with Xu Lingwei and the junior brother Li Zihang. However, the invulnerable puppet Luo Sang Zhuoma was unaffected by any physical attacks from the senior brother and sister.
“Since that’s the case, there’s nothing more to say.”
Wan Yunting’s eyes turned cold. Guan Hongyu was acting this way, so he didn’t need to consider their past relationship. He charged at him again…
Guan Hongyu’s eyes widened. A strange black paper figure appeared in his left hand. Seeing Wan Yunting charging at him with a punch, Guan Hongyu dodged, circled behind Wan Yunting, and slapped the strange black paper figure onto the back of his head with his left hand.
“Urgh…”
Immediately, Wan Yunting’s body trembled, and his wide eyes showed a look of horror…
“Hehe…”
For a moment, Wan Yunting heard a chilling, eerie child’s laughter in his ears, and saw countless terrifying child figures before his eyes. Each one was like a scary little ghost from a horror movie, causing Wan Yunting’s body to stiffen in place, trembling slightly, his face gradually turning ashen and pale, his eyes filled with fear…
Thump…
“Ouch, it hurts so much…”
On the other side, Li Zihang was pushed out by the puppet Luo Sang Zhuoma. He fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and cried out in pain, “Senior sister, this thing is too tough! Do you have any other moves…”
Clang…
With a sound of metal striking metal, Xu Lingwei’s long sword fiercely cut into Luo Sang Zhuoma’s back. It felt like hitting a hard iron block, causing her eyebrows to knit tightly. She hadn’t expected Guan Hongyu to refine Luo Sang Zhuoma into a puppet that was also impervious to blades and spears.
“It’s over, Senior Sister. That Wan Yunting has been stopped by Lei Li.”
Li Zihang, who had gotten up, saw Wan Yunting on the other side frozen in a punching stance, his face terrifyingly pale, and his entire body trembling violently, as if trapped in a terrifying environment.
“Do you think you can still escape tonight?”
Guan Hongyu, dressed in a black robe, produced a Tibetan knife from somewhere and glared coldly at Li Zihang and Xu Lingwei. At the same time, Luo Sang Zhuoma returned to his side with a blank expression, like a soulless shell.
Li Zihang and Xu Lingwei huddled together, looking at Lei Li and his puppet Luo Sang Zhuoma. “What should we do, Senior Sister? This Lei Li is already a skilled fighter, and now with this puppet that can’t be cut, we’re likely to be at a disadvantage.”
Xu Lingwei’s eyebrows furrowed. She naturally knew that the situation was unfavorable to her. She then saw Wan Yunting stiffly frozen over there, with the black paper figure stuck to the back of his head. She whispered to Li Zihang, “When the time comes, you go and peel off the paper figure from the back of his head, and I’ll hold them off.”
“Got it.”
Li Zihang’s eyes widened. Holding his long sword, he shouted, and as Xu Lingwei charged forward with her sword, Guan Hongyu and the puppet Luo Sang Zhuoma immediately met them. However, Li Zihang suddenly rolled on the ground, heading towards Wan Yunting to peel off the strange paper figure from the back of his head and wake him up.
Sensing his attempt, Guan Hongyu’s eyes turned cold. Seeing a shard of a wine jar on the ground, he kicked with his left foot, sending the shard flying towards Li Zihang. It directly hit his left hand, which was reaching out to peel off the paper figure from the back of Wan Yunting’s head, causing him to cry out in pain. A deep gash was opened on his left forearm by the shard, and blood flowed freely…
“Junior Brother…”
Xu Lingwei cried out anxiously, but the puppet Zhuoma pressed forward, its long black fingernails like knives. In the moment Xu Lingwei was distracted by her worry for Li Zihang, it ruthlessly plunged its hands into Xu Lingwei’s arms, causing her pretty face to contort with pain, but she didn’t utter a sound.
Xu Lingwei’s eyes widened. She kicked Luo Sang Zhuoma in the chest, violently shoving it away. She stumbled and sat down on the ground, her right hand losing its strength, and the long sword clattered to the ground. Black blood could be seen flowing from her arms, and the pain of the wounds made Xu Lingwei’s pretty face turn pale as she gritted her teeth and endured it.
“Heh heh, your lives as senior brother and sister will be left here tonight.”
Guan Hongyu, holding the Tibetan knife, looked at the disheveled Xu Lingwei and Li Zihang with an extremely sinister gaze.
“You wish! Take this sword strike…”
Li Zihang raised his long sword and suddenly charged at Guan Hongyu, shouting to Xu Lingwei on the side, “Senior Sister, hurry and leave! I’ll block him…”
Guan Hongyu’s eyes turned cold. He swung his saber, blocking Li Zihang’s sword strike, and then kicked him flying with all his might. Li Zihang cried out in pain and smashed heavily next to Xu Lingwei. Li Zihang clutched his chest, coughing violently. He looked back and saw his Senior Sister Xu Lingwei still sitting beside him, her face pale. The severe pain from her wounds made fine beads of sweat appear on her forehead. Li Zihang gave a wry smile, “It’s over, Senior Sister. We’re really going to die here tonight.”
Guan Hongyu’s expression turned sinister. Holding the Tibetan knife, he walked towards the senior brother and sister step by step…
“Yunting…”
But suddenly, from behind, Fang Yanxi, who had recovered in the room, walked out. Seeing Wan Yunting frozen stiffly there, his face deathly pale and his eyes filled with terror, Fang Yanxi’s heart was filled with panic and anxiety. “Yunting, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me…”
“Quick, quickly take off the paper figure from the back of his head…”
Li Zihang suddenly realized and shouted towards Fang Yanxi.
Fang Yanxi was startled, looked over, and indeed saw a strange black paper figure stuck to the back of Wan Yunting’s head. So she nodded and took off the paper figure…
At this moment, it was too late for Guan Hongyu to stop her. He could only glare fiercely at Fang Yanxi, then turn to glare furiously at Xu Lingwei and Li Zihang, who had already stood up, and roared, “You’re courting death…”
“Urgh…”
As soon as the strange black paper figure was removed, Wan Yunting instantly felt the child figures and laughter before his eyes and ears disappear. He then half-knelt on the ground, feeling weak all over. Fang Yanxi quickly supported him. “Yunting, are you alright?”
Taking a deep breath and recovering, Wan Yunting looked up at the woman, his heart filled with joy. “I’m fine, Yan Xi. How are you?”
“I’m fine…”
Fang Yanxi shook her head. She remembered being inexplicably knocked out by Guan Hongyu earlier. She had just gotten up and was lying on the ground.
“It’s good that you’re fine…”
Seeing that Fang Yanxi was alright, Wan Yunting’s heart finally relaxed…