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Even though it was night, Zhu Huihui could almost see the warm smile on his face, as warm as the March sun. Her heart leaped with joy, and she answered loudly, "Yes! Great hero!"

Although he forbade her to call him a hero, she pretended to have forgotten since he didn't mention it! She immediately sat down properly on the embankment, her face full of smiles, her bright eyes wide open, staring intently at him.

The tip of the snow-white sword rose slightly: "Kazama Yoru, again!"

Kazama Yoru lowered his body and swept closer like smoke, his voice filled with curiosity: "Could this be the shameless little girl that Young Master Feng mentioned?"

Feng Xuese coughed, feeling a little embarrassed. "Shameless little girl," he had only said it casually, but Kazama Yoru's question made it sound like he was talking badly about Hua Hua behind her back.

Zhu Huihui didn't seem to care, but she was a little confused. A shameless little girl? Was she talking about her? She pinched her own cheek, and it didn't seem that shameful...

Kazama Yoru's gaze fell upon her, and beneath the狰狞 mask, a pair of eyes like night-blooming ceremonial teeth suddenly shone brightly.

"Okay! Let's do it again!"

A gleam shone in his palm, and the Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute aimed directly at the vital point on Feng Xuese's chest. A strong wind swept through, and the flute emitted a strange whistling sound.

The maple-colored longsword was pushed horizontally, and upon contact with the flute, the internal force was transformed into a skillful force, pushing the flute away.

Kazama Yoru pressed forward, his figure already close, his left hand thrusting diagonally towards Fuyuki's right rib. Fuyuki stepped back, dodging the blow, her longsword slashing back, the tip trembling slightly, swiftly aiming for Kazama Yoru's five vital points: Jiuwei, Juque, Qihai, and Yuanguan. Kazama Yoru sidestepped, her flute following up with a metallic clang, their palms meeting with a loud "bang," before they simultaneously retreated.

Kazama Yoru swayed slightly before coming to a stop. Kaze Yuki, on the other hand, took seven steps back before regaining her footing.

Zhu Huihui thought to himself, "This is bad. The hero seems to be at a disadvantage. I can't just stand by and watch. I have to help!" He reached out and touched the ground, his fingertips touching a fist-sized stone. He quietly clenched it in his palm, ready to smash it down on the man in black's head at any moment.

She didn't understand that when the two exchanged blows, Feng Xuese seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact she retreated several steps and skillfully neutralized the opponent's internal force. Feng Jianye, on the other hand, just endured it. To be honest, Feng Jianye suffered more losses.

At this moment, the two stood facing each other, each secretly circulating their inner energy, and neither of them uttered a sound.

The maple leaves recovered quickly. With a single word, "Come," the longsword was drawn, and a dense "wind soldier and grass armor" net was woven, enveloping Kazama Yoru in a sky full of sword shadows.

Kazama Yoru chuckled coldly, his sword piercing through the twilight, sending wisps of cold light flying like a meteor shower. The sound of rushing water mingled with the wind-splitting sword and the melodious strains of the flute. It was as if the grand tones of a great bell and the gentle strains of a soft clapper were blended together, creating a wondrous harmony.

Zhu Huihui was dazzled by the starlight and sword light flying all over the sky. She closed her eyes, then opened them wide, and aimed at Feng Jianye's position. She threw a stone at him. Her cunning eyes had been honed to an extremely sharp level when she fought alongside Feng Xuese, knowing when was the most appropriate time to launch a sneak attack.

Kazama Yoru and Kazeyuki Sei were locked in fierce combat when they suddenly heard an unpleasant gust of wind. Seeing a hidden weapon hurtling towards their heads, they quickly dodged to the side and swung their palms to deflect it.

In a battle between masters, no carelessness is allowed. The snow-white longsword had already been delivered in the opening, and it was too late for Kazama Yoru to make a comeback. The thin tip of the "snow-white" sword was less than three inches from his throat, yet it remained still.

Kazama Yoru looked at him coldly: "Not stabbing?"

Feng Xuese said calmly, "Chinese people are upright and honest, and have never learned such tricks of taking advantage of others in distress!" He took back his longsword and assumed a defensive stance.

Zhu Huihui stared at Feng Xuese and sighed. The old hero had fallen into his old habits again. When would he ever get rid of this bad habit of being a pushover?

Kazama Yoru glanced at Zhu Huihui, his gaze as cold as a blade. Then he turned to Maple Snow: "If you don't stab me now, you'll never have the chance again!"

Feng Xuese simply smiled, her expression remaining calm and composed: "Grey Grey, what did I tell you before?"

Zhu Huihui thought to himself, "What good things did you tell me, old man? 'Run away and I'll cut off your legs,' 'Lies and I'll cut off your head,' or 'Stealing and I'll cut off your hand'? It's all the same bloody stuff!"

Ah, I remember now: "You said that if I ever attacked someone from behind again, you would cut off my hand!"

Feng Xuese snorted: "Very well, you still remember!"

"But that doesn't count as a sneak attack from behind!" Zhu Huihui protested. "That's called... that's attacking from the shadows! Besides, his martial arts are so high, I couldn't possibly hit him!"

Normally, if she were to argue so unreasonably, Feng Xuese wouldn't need to say a word. He could simply raise his sword and place it against her neck, and she would be obedient. But with a formidable enemy before him, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, lest he say something that would provoke her into saying something even more shameless and infuriating, giving the enemy an opportunity to strike.

Kazama Yoru's gaze lingered on Zhu Huihui for a moment, his eyes cold and deep.

Zhu Huihui shivered and involuntarily shrank back, guiltily avoiding his gaze. She then grabbed an even larger rock, thinking to herself: This guy must hate me to death, I have to stay away from him!

Kazama Yoru suddenly seemed somewhat disinterested: "If you don't stab me, I'll go!"

Feng Xuese slowly said, "We have exchanged 723 blows, and neither of us has lost a single move. In an ordinary duel, I, Feng, would not linger. Unfortunately, we are enemies, not friends. Even if I do not pursue you, my two seriously injured brothers, my two elder brothers Qin and Song, and many innocent civilians who have been harmed compel me to keep you here!"

Kazama Yoru gazed at the endless void, his eyes filled with desolation: "Life is impermanent, the dead are gone. They left us only a moment earlier, so even if I were to stay, what difference would it make?"

Feng Xuese remained silent for a moment: "Keeping you here, although it's impossible to bring back the lives that have been lost, at least it can put those who were killed by you at peace in the afterlife, and it can also prevent more people from being harmed by you!"

Kazama Yoru exhaled softly and said, "Although your martial arts are high, it won't be easy for you to keep me here!"

Maple-colored smile: "We can try again!"

Kazama Yoru gave a cold laugh: "I don't care, but I'm afraid some people can't wait."

Zhu Huihui jumped up and shouted, "This guy is a lecherous villain, but what he said makes a lot of sense. We'll settle our score later and fight him again next time!"

Feng Xuese hesitated for a moment. He knew that Zhu Huihui must have a reason for saying that, but Feng Jianye was clearly the mastermind behind the crime. If he let him go this time, he didn't know when he would run into him again...

Kazama Yoru gave Zhu Huihui a deep look, then turned around and attacked. The Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute conjured up a series of flashing meteors as it struck Feng Xuese. Feng Xuese withdrew and retreated, parrying with her sword.

Kazama Yoru forced Maple Snow Colors back with one move, but did not pursue her. Instead, he closed in on Zhu Huihui and pinched her pink cheek hard.

Zhu Huihui was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. Enduring the pain, she reached out and poked the other person's eyes—poking eyes, biting ears, and kicking the genitals are the three ultimate moves of street thugs in a fight.

How could Kazama Yoru be caught off guard? He whispered a sentence in her ear, laughed loudly, and leaped up, covering five or six zhang in a flash. With another leap, he was far away from the embankment and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"? @ # % & *~_ ) $..." Zhu Huihui cursed at his retreating figure. Damn it! That guy might really be a turtle in disguise; otherwise, how could a person walk on the lake and escape by stepping on their own rear?

"Grey, how are you? Where are you hurt?"

Feng Xuese's urgent voice rang in his ears. He was always calm and composed no matter what enemy he encountered, but now, his heart was inexplicably panicked—Feng Xuese's sudden attack had been like lightning, and he hadn't expected this person to suddenly attack Zhu Huihui. By the time he was about to come to the rescue, Feng Jianye had already succeeded!

Zhu Huihui felt the warmth in his hand, lowered her head slightly, and stared at her hand held in his palm. She was a little lost in thought. After a moment of surprise, she said aggrievedly, "That xxx pinched my face! It's not hurt, but it hurts a lot!"

She pressed her cheek with one hand, cursing inwardly, "Damn it! That xxx, how dare she pinch my face so hard, and then she even dared to threaten me before leaving, saying something like, 'You'll settle scores with me later!' Pah! Settle scores my ass! Can't I just avoid you from now on?"