Fu Hua's cold words swept over everyone's hearts like a frigid current.
All but Cheng Lingshuang took a deep breath, feeling a heaviness in their chests.
The "fearless pride" Fu Hua spoke of referred to them. Even though they had deliberately controlled themselves to discard most of the complicated details of their techniques, when things went beyond their expectations, their first choice was still the skills that had accompanied them for years.
This was, in fact, the behavior of a normal human. When something happens so suddenly that there's no time to think, a person's choice is often what they are most familiar with, what they are best at.
The choice of an ordinary person at this time is to dodge, to protect themselves, and perhaps even to scream uselessly, to roar, trying to summon a powerful ally to clean up the mess.
Only a very small number of people, after professional training, can transform this kind of emergency response. The Seven Swords were at this stage.
And now, they had to shatter this "stress response" that had already been broken once.
It was precisely because they had done it before that they understood how difficult it was, because the last time they had shattered it, it had taken nearly ten years of bitter cultivation.
But this time, they had less than twelve hours!
"Heh..." Ma Feima suddenly shook his arm and let out a cold laugh. "So that's how it is..."
Fu Hua's eyes moved slightly. At this moment, in her eyes, Ma Feima's entire temperament had changed.
If the original Ma Feima was resolute and steady, then now, he seemed to have torn off that simple clothing, revealing his most arrogant and unrestrained side.
He was Ma Feima! Known as Madman Ma!
A person who feared nothing. If Gu Chu of that year was a madman who dared to challenge the world with a single sword, then Ma Feima was the King of Hell who wanted to overthrow all "orthodoxy" and achieve a "unification of the world" in the martial arts world!
He had never been afraid of anything. Even in the face of such a grim challenge, he had confidence.
This was not confidence in himself, but trust in Fu Hua.
If they were to truly talk about their attitude towards Fu Hua, who among them would dare to say they were more "normal" than Lin Chaoyu?
"Junior brother is in such high spirits. Such an unrestrained posture reminds me of the junior brother from a few years ago." But just as the beast in Ma Feima's eyes was about to leap out and run wild, a charming voice suddenly came over.
The unrestrained smile on Ma Feima's face suddenly stiffened. The next moment, the previously wild and arrogant Ma Feima suddenly became reserved, even "putting on an act."
"Senior Sister Su Mei, you're finally back," he said, taking a deep breath in an angle only the others could see. He then turned back with a flirtatious gaze, but his tone was full of indifference, as if it were a casual question...
Just kill me.
"Hmph, is that so?" The one who walked in from outside the training ground was Su Mei. She was in military uniform, pulling on her gloves. Although a little dusty, her entire body was sharp and ready to strike.
Peerless Sword, Su Mei.
The only peerless one in the world!
Ma Feima's madness from back then could only be considered a lolita compared to hers. His ambition to unify the entire martial arts world was nothing compared to the more than seven hundred life-and-death battles Su Mei had initiated against Fu Hua.
No one knew what a pathological smile Su Mei's extremely charming face could produce, nor how many scars, personally inflicted by Fu Hua, were hidden under that military uniform that represented honor.
The world only remembered her peerlessness, but forgot that it was she who had beaten the most arrogant Ma Feima into seclusion.
Mm... she was a yandere.
Fu Hua, who had already been tainted by internet culture, shivered the moment she saw Su Mei.
"Master, long time no see. I suppose that applies to both of us, right?" Su Mei didn't even glance at Ma Feima. From the moment she entered the training ground, her gaze had been firmly fixed on Fu Hua.
"Ahem, junior sister," Lin Chaoyu had recovered her composure. She coughed lightly at Su Mei, a little helpless.
When she had notified Su Mei, she had already told her that their master in the future might have already lost them, and that they shouldn't interact with this master too much.
"Hmph," however, Su Mei just snorted coldly, the mockery written all over her face.
But Su Mei still responded to her eldest martial sister as she should, instead of giving her the cold shoulder like Ma Feima.
"What, is the eldest martial sister worried that master will feel homesick?" Su Mei sneered, then looked at Fu Hua with a fiery gaze and opened her arms to her. "But if master really misses us, then my embrace can be open to master."
Lin Chaoyu's hand, hanging by her side, suddenly clenched.
"Junior sister, teasing master is a great disrespect," Lin Chaoyu narrowed her eyes, showing a smiling expression, but her words were very stiff, formal, and with a clear warning.
"Oh? It seems the eldest martial sister has no intention of doing so?" Facing the sharp point Lin Chaoyu had shown, Su Mei unabashedly met it with a needle's tip. "Then this pitiful master will have to be comforted by me..."
"For example, by giving master my shoulder to lean on, so that master can weep silently, so that master can temporarily put down her heavy burden and nestle against me..."
Fu Hua looked away. At this moment, the indomitable contemporary successor of the Taixu Martial Arts School, the number four combatant of Fire Moth, and the wielder of the Xuanyuan Sword, actually felt a little guilty.
Of course, it wasn't because she had a guilty conscience, but because she really didn't know what to do with Su Mei's words.
This isn't right... was Su Mei always like this? Why do I have no impression of it... I can't say I have no impression, otherwise how did I conclude that Su Mei is a yandere?
It was just that Su Mei felt a little... unfamiliar.
It was as if she had suddenly had an epiphany, giving a new definition to things that had always been around her.
"Su Mei!"
Lin Chaoyu shouted sharply, her face, which had been as calm as an ancient well, suddenly shattering.
And what Su Mei wanted to see was this expression on Lin Chaoyu's face. Now that her goal was achieved, she wore a look of appreciation and, with a very straightforward flick of her hand, bypassed Lin Chaoyu and came before Fu Hua.
The next moment, her sharpness was retracted, and she bowed to Fu Hua in a very dignified manner.
"Su Mei, greets master."
"Mm," after listening to Su Mei's series of rebellious, almost sacrilegious remarks, Fu Hua nodded in a bit of a panic, returning the greeting.
"The Titan mechs master requested have been delivered. But the military sent old parts. It's more than enough to assemble three Titan mechs, and there's a lot of external armor for replacement."