Inside the small courtyard, fierce winds howled, sending sand and stones flying.
Accompanied by the explosive sounds and clear shouts of two blurred, beautiful figures crossing paths, there was also the ping-pong-pang sound of potted plants shattering.
Of the two lush, ball-shaped Exquisite Prayer Mat Camellias that Zhang Yu had shown off to Mo Bai just a few days ago, one had been snapped at the waist, and the other had been brutally shaved into a flat-top.
Mo Bai retracted the head he had quietly poked out from behind the door. While observing a moment of silence for the two camellias, the shirt on his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Are these Terminators wearing the skins of young girls?
Gardeners need scissors, yet these two girls were performing one-cut operations with their bare hands.
Miko Shiratori only used her skills to slice fish meat, but you guys are using them as machetes?!
A herd of alpacas galloped wildly back and forth across the plains of his heart.
Possessing martial arts skills capable of contending with an IGO Investigator meant she was definitely no ordinary person. Coupled with the mysterious girl's blue-and-white porcelain cheongsam and her style rich in national flair, Mo Bai immediately associated her with the two beautiful bodyguards Wang Yao had mentioned.
The girl was still very young, perhaps even describable as tender; the completely flat curve of her cheongsam's front was proof enough.
She was roughly at the just-developing age of fifteen or sixteen.
"Are all the exports from the Ancestral Land in this other world monsters?"
The battle in the small courtyard continued, leaving Mo Bai's thoughts in disarray.
His Domain of the Heart's Manifestation could resolve the dispute, but the problem was that while he trusted Wang Yao, he couldn't extend that trust to a stranger.
Thinking about the consequences Wang Yao had described, and looking at this girl who could single-handedly challenge Miyamoto Yayako at fifteen or sixteen, who knew how many powerhouses were back in the country? If he used the Domain of the Heart's Manifestation to settle the dispute and the girl returned to the Hua nation in a rage to call for backup, what would he do if he attracted attention and exposed the secret of his Culinary Heart?
Unless things reached a point where they absolutely could not be called off, he would absolutely not proactively use the Domain of the Heart's Manifestation to stop them.
"Hehe, if you had practiced the Invincible Iron Fist, would you still be this worried?" Little Bai hopped out.
"Is it too late to practice now?" Mo Bai finally remembered the Basic Boxing manual rewarded from the Akihabara Summit Battle. Aside from the information imprinted in his brain when it was first distributed, he hadn't recalled it at all, let alone practiced it.
"If your head can stretch between those two's fists and take a hit without you dying, then I believe you can master it." Little Bai indicated that unless Mo Bai's head was reconstructed, he should obediently follow his cowardice.
Facing Little Bai's ridicule, Mo Bai's expression remained unchanged.
He had never placed any hope in this System Sprite, who, aside from pitting him against others and bickering, was so destitute that it had to sell its physical labor to become kitchenware.
"Little Bai, human abilities have limits."
"I learned one thing from my brief life..."
"The more one pursues refinement, the more one discovers that human abilities have limits..."
"Unless one transcends humanity."
"I know your next line... but let's just not." Little Bai played along with a feigned look of terrified confusion, a projection of a human face with two drops of sweat appearing on the blade's surface. "What exactly do you want to say?"
"I—am going to call for backup!" Mo Bai pulled out his phone and held it above his head.
"Holy crap! You don't play by the rules!"
"Hehe, surreal events should be resolved with surreal power." Caught in a predicament, Mo Bai suddenly remembered Yukikawa Yukie, who was holed up in the presidential suite.
He—was going to call for strong reinforcements!
Ignoring Little Bai's clamoring, Mo Bai dialed Yukie's number.
"Hello? Senpai, is something the matter?" From her voice, Mo Bai could hear a thick aura of 'immortality'—gaming fatigue.
This miko, having broken away from the shrine's jurisdiction, had completely indulged herself in the bustling virtual world.
"Grab your spirit blade and get over here, speed!"
"Eh? Senpai... Senpai?" Listening to the busy tone of the disconnected call, Yukikawa Yukie, lying on the bed, saw her eyes gradually shift from dazed to clear. "It seemed very noisy on the phone just now, and he wanted me to bring the spirit blade over... Could something have happened to Senpai?!"
Yukikawa Yukie leapt up from the bed!
Yukie guessed correctly; something had indeed happened on Mo Bai's end, and it was something big!
"Your speed has slowed!" In the courtyard, Ziyan parried Miyamoto Yayako's straight punch and pulled. With a turn of her foot and a sideways shift, her petite figure moved like a nimble butterfly. Borrowing the momentum of her rotation, she delivered a backhand strike straight at the opening revealed on Miyamoto Yayako's back.
The whimpering sound of the wind whipped up by the petite fist behind her caused Miyamoto Yayako's pupils to shrink violently.
If this strike landed solid, she would likely be unable to fight on.
Through their previous exchanges, Miyamoto Yayako realized that her strength was on par with this girl's. However, amidst the girl's seemingly chaotic moves, one could faintly see that she practiced an extremely ferocious style of boxing.
But Yayako had never practiced boxing at all. To win, there was only...
"If I am defeated in front of Highness Mo Bai, how can I become his retainer and revitalize my family?!"
Miyamoto Yayako's defeat seemed a foregone conclusion, but then she gritted her teeth. Her right heel kicked backward violently, and the black bag she had been carrying on her back swung down with her bending waist to strike directly at Ziyan's abdomen.
Ziyan transformed her fist into a palm, shifting from offense to defense. Her fair hand, filled with internal energy, pressed against the black bag.
The two collided, scattering air currents, and their intersecting figures separated once more.
The black cloth bag instantly split apart, revealing two tachi—one long and one short—still in their scabbards.
"Oh? Finally showing some real skill?" Ziyan's tone was contemptuous, but her eyes were firmly locked onto the two ancient-looking tachi.
gripping the tachi, Miyamoto Yayako's scattered aura consolidated into a single entity. Her entire being overflowed with a sharp aura, and her violet eyes became incomparably bright and brilliant.
This scene was like the unveiling of a famous sword.
"Niten Ichi-ryū, please advise!"
The ancient tachi were unsheathed, their blades reflecting blinding azure light. Miyamoto Yayako spread her arms slightly, like a white crane spreading its wings.
Ziyan had to admit that the woman before her, who had relied almost entirely on brute force in boxing, now had the capital to contend with her. With a solemn expression, she untied the sachet at her waist, and a Crescent Moon Blade appeared out of nowhere.
The blade's shaft struck the ground, cracking the bluestone.
"Disciple of the Han School, Ziyan." Ziyan's slender arm lifted the Crescent Moon Blade cast from refined iron, its heavy blade edge dragging behind her on the ground.
In the small courtyard, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.
"Little Bai, what do you think would happen if I rushed between them right now?" Mo Bai put away his phone.
"Believe me, you would be sliced into sashimi." Little Bai's answer shattered Mo Bai's wishful thinking.
The space between the two distant figures had long since become a danger zone. The two opposing auras, having reached a temporary equilibrium, would detonate the entire field at the slightest disturbance.
The spirit, energy, and will of both martial artists were entirely focused on this first strike; reacting to stop their attack mid-motion was completely unrealistic.
"Should I call stop now?" The deathly silence in the courtyard made Mo Bai tremble with fear.
"Their strengths aren't much different; a winner won't be decided in the first instant. Relax, I've watched more fights than you've eaten salt."
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