Mo Xi stared at the two men in front of her, then looked down at her own palm. A terrifying, bloody gash had split the palm that had just intercepted the iron rod; it was deep enough that the ghastly white bone was faintly visible.
The wound clearly looked as though it had been carved by a sharp blade. It was a strange sight—the iron rod was obviously a blunt weapon, and the force of the impact hadn't felt heavy enough to cause such damage. It was either the opponent's Supernatural Ability or something was fundamentally wrong with the weapon itself.
If her Master hadn't issued that warning in time, she would have been heavily injured, if not dead. Unfortunately, her Master could only manage a single warning; the rest was entirely up to her. In any case, she would have to be extremely careful from now on.
Mo Xi's expression turned stern. Ignoring the sharp, throbbing pain in her hand, she clenched her fist tightly once more.
"I underestimated you, but I advise you to be obedient and not act ungrateful. Otherwise, we won't mind breaking your limbs first," the man opposite her said, dropping his facade and speaking with a voice of pure ice.
"Boss! Why waste more words on this bitch? Just take her down already, and then..." The other man was impatient, his naked, lecherous gaze constantly sweeping over Mo Xi.
Mo Xi felt a chill of pure disgust at the man's malicious gaze, and endless rage surged in her heart once more. This disgusting look... it's just like those Ability Users from my past life. If I hadn't found a chance to kill myself then, I might have...
The burly man didn't refute his companion. Instead, he stared mockingly at her indignant expression, licked his lips, and continued, "Speaking of which, that purple-haired beauty who was with you earlier..."
"Scum, die!"
Mo Xi's expression became as bone-chillingly cold as thousand-year-old ice. She threw another punch and charged forward. The man gave a disdainful smile and swung the iron rod to meet her.
The two clashed again. In the narrow alleyway, the sounds of crackling impacts and the loud crashes of collapsing walls echoed continuously. Unfortunately, this street was sparsely populated; hardly anyone passed by, so no one noticed the shocking scene unfolding inside the alley. However, at the deserted intersection, a graceful figure suddenly passed by...
Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
The fight between the two sides continued. Mo Xi didn't dare to touch the iron rod easily, but she was already covered in wounds, while her opponent remained relatively unharmed. This caused Mo Xi's expression to fill with anxiety.
Something was wrong! This was too strange!
As time passed, Mo Xi felt increasingly uneasy. She hadn't let the provocation go to her head; she was only trying to lower the opponent's guard. However, the current situation was becoming disastrous for her.
Mo Xi understood that the gap between her and her opponent lay in her total lack of combat experience. She had spent her time taking care of her sister and constantly cultivating her realm. Even having a second life couldn't hide the fact that she had never truly fought someone before. Now that she was in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, her physical fitness completely surpassed his, and she could clearly see his movements. She thought she could use this to bridge the gap and gain the upper hand, but why was this happening?
Not only Mo Xi, but the enemy was equally surprised. Even if her strength was greater than his, he should have been able to end it quickly with his experience. This little girl was somehow gradually keeping up with his attacks and even managing to counterattack. Using the iron rod was meant to catch her off guard, and its longer reach gave him a wider attack range than a blade. In the end, Mo Xi couldn't dodge everything and ended up wounded.
But Mo Xi was very confused. The opponent had taken several of her punches, so why did he seem perfectly fine? How is this possible! My strength should clearly be higher than his! If this continues, it'll be bad.
Mo Xi endured the pain in her body while fighting, her mind racing for a strategy. Just then, she suddenly realized she was losing the ability to feel pain in her body. She was startled. But the enemy's iron rod was already descending toward her head.
Mo Xi grit her teeth and squeezed her injured palm hard. The intense, sharp pain allowed her to barely regain her focus. She hurriedly jerked her head to the side, barely dodging the heart-stopping blow. A few strands of her hair were sliced off, and a huge crack instantly split open in the wall beside her.
But the opponent's attack wasn't over. A dagger suddenly appeared in the man's hand, and he immediately stabbed toward Mo Xi's waist.
Puchi!!!
Crimson liquid dripped onto the ground. Mo Xi's movements stiffened, and in the next second, the man delivered a heavy kick directly to her abdomen. Her body flew backward uncontrollably, crashing hard into the wall. Cracks spread outward from the impact point behind her.
"Cough, cough..."
A few drops of blood leaked from the corner of Mo Xi's mouth. The sharp pain in her abdomen made her curl up against the wall, her delicate face filled with agony.
Thump! Thump!
Mo Xi's pained expression shifted. Although she had used her hand to block the fatal blow at the critical moment, the piercing pain flooded her brain like a torrent, followed by endless despair. Her hand was trembling—whether from the compounded injuries or the sheer hopelessness—to the point where she couldn't even form a fist.
The heavy footsteps in the quiet alley sounded like death knells. Her beautiful face was now a pale mask of despair. Finally, leaning against the wall, Mo Xi stubbornly raised her head. Looking at the two men slowly approaching, the despair in her eyes had inexplicably dissipated by more than half.
She finally realized that her mind had started to become blurred at some point, and her doubts were resolved. Mo Xi's gaze swept past the burly man and rested on the person behind him. The exhaustion of her mental energy must have been caused by his Supernatural Ability.
The dagger that had appeared out of nowhere was likely delivered using an ability similar to Telekinesis. Even the fact that her own attacks were ineffective might have been his doing.
This made Mo Xi's heart ache with regret. She had chosen the narrow alley to limit her opponents' movements and prevent them from surrounding her, but she never expected it to backfire, causing her to overlook the second man.
The two men now stood before Mo Xi, eyeing the woman who had lost her ability to resist.
"As expected of the Boss! Afterward, can I..." one of them said excitedly, the evil thoughts in his head written all over his face.
"Yeah," the man replied flatly, as if everything was under control, but in reality, he was extremely shocked. His Supernatural Ability level wasn't low; his own strength was around quasi-Level Three. Even though he didn't want to make too much noise, he hadn't expected to almost fail.
Since she had accurately discovered them hiding in the shadows at first, he had thought she had a Mental-type Supernatural Ability. However, her amazing physical fitness seemed more like an Enhancement-type. In the end, if his teammate hadn't stepped in and if he hadn't gotten serious, the outcome might have been uncertain.
When the burly man reached out to take her away, Mo Xi suddenly tried to launch a final resistance. But as the other man activated his Supernatural Ability, Mo Xi felt a sharp pain in her heart and gradually lost the strength to move. Seeing that she could still remain conscious, a look of shock appeared on the man's face.
"Isn't she an Enhancement-type?" The burly man was surprised. He knew very well what his subordinate was capable of; a normal person would have lost consciousness long ago. He had previously thought the guy was slacking off, but now it seemed the strength of this woman's mental energy was quite abnormal.
"To prevent any accidents, cripple her limbs first."
Hearing this, the other man immediately broke into an excited grin and pulled out the dagger from before.
Watching this, Mo Xi finally closed her eyes unwillingly, and two teardrops slid down her cheeks. I'm so unwilling. I've been given a second life... is this where it ends?
In the next moment, the man gripped the dagger, a murderous glint in his eyes, and swung the blade down without hesitation.
Crack...