"It's literally what it means."
Elder Luo looked back and asked in confusion, "You don't understand?"
After a short silence, Yuan Yuan replied, "I … don't think there's anything wrong with that."
"It doesn't matter. Who doesn't have a little problem in this world, right?" Elder Luo said indifferently, "At most, you just don't have a good life."
When she picked up the sword, she didn't feel happy. When she put down the sword, she didn't feel peace either.
Whenever she was alone, she would feel an indescribable sense of loss and fear.
Like a lost person, she would wander back and forth, unable to decide what to do.
"Let me guess …"
Elder Luo pinched his chin and thought. His smile became more and more evil, "Don't tell me that even you think of yourself as a 'good child'?"
Yuan Yuan didn't say anything.
"You're a member of the Gen Family, right?" Elder Luo asked, "I've seen your uncle before. Why don't you look like him at all?"
"Women and men are always different."
"Really?" Elder Luo was puzzled, "But why do I always hear that … the women of the Gen Family are crazier than the men?"
This was the blood of the Gen Family's struggle.
The bloodline that had been passed on from the wars, slaughters, and the cruel selection of the survival of the fittest a few years ago was almost the most perfect machine of violence.
Even from elementary school, kindergarten … from the day they were weaned, they would begin to experience uncontrollable violent impulses.
This was a struggle engraved in their nature.
The Gen Family's countermeasure wasn't to suppress it. Instead, they tried to use this power for the right path. If the struggle was despicable, then they would seek a more noble way of fighting, a way that could satisfy both sides.
But no matter how dazzling and glorious it was, it couldn't erase the cruel nature of it.
Men were like that.
Women should be like that.
Father was like this, uncle was like this, uncle was like this, aunt was like this, including Yuan Zhao, everyone was like this.
Only Yuan Yuan was different.
Since she was young, she was unbelievably quiet. She was calm and mature, just like other children. Natural and unrestrained, upright and dignified. She never caused trouble for the family and was unbelievably well-behaved.
"But this isn't right, right?"
Elder Luo said mockingly, "You're just restraining yourself … It's not bad to restrain yourself, but you know in your heart that you didn't succeed.
You're just too obsessed with the image of a good child and confused it with yourself. "
"You are different from your teacher. Your teacher only used violence as a means to achieve his goal. He took it for granted that others had the same unreasonable self-control as him. Therefore, he did not notice your pain.
But you should know that you are different from him … "
The old man saw through the girl's weakest point and told her coldly, "You don't have such a strong pillar of support and strength in your heart, and you can't suppress this violent nature that is too large compared to your rationality."
"You can't become him."
"You haven't even been yourself."
In silence, Yuan Yuan clenched her weapon but was unable to refute.
Only the raging sound of swords could be heard.
"Little girl, one day you will understand the meaning of this sword that your family gave you."
Before he left, the old man took one last look at the sword in her hand — the Blade of Vicious Beasts that was crowned with the title of Mountain Lord.
No matter how ferocious a beast was, once it was locked in a cage, it was nothing more than an ornament to be enjoyed.
"In any case, we have to release the tiger back into the mountain …"
Free it.
And free you.
At that moment, Yuan Yuan couldn't help but raise her head and stare at the dark night sky above her.
She couldn't see the stars. It was dark.
But amidst the noise and roars, she heard a loud noise that sounded like an illusion.
A mighty echo from afar rang out. It was a secret call that only she knew.
The mountain shook!
Within the blade, the ferocious spirit roared, echoing in her ears.
At that moment, there was a loud sound of metal colliding, tearing apart everyone's eardrums.
The girl in the gray dress stepped forward and cut through the ridiculous defense that was like duckweed. As the Mountain Lord's sword slashed, a hurricane burst forth and spread out violently.
In an instant, the outcome was decided.
A gentle trill rose from her hand like the sound of zither strings, adding a touch of indescribable gentleness to this tragic scene.
The blood of struggle that belonged to the Yuan Family gradually boiled in this melody, bringing an indescribable joy.
In the reflection of the smooth blade, she saw a strange face.
In the reflection, the girl was also looking at her. A cruel smile appeared on her beautiful face, and the color in her eyes gradually turned scarlet, no longer dignified.
That was her.
"Since it's your nature, why should I be afraid?"
She whispered softly, closed her eyes, and exhaled the scorching heat in her lungs.
But when that pair of eyes looked up again, they became cold and cruel, and there was no longer any warmth in them.
The Mountain Lord in the cage roared silently, breaking free from the last shackle.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
Yuan Yuan raised her eyes and hooked her finger at the enemies in front of her, issuing an invitation. "So, it doesn't matter if you all come together …"
She smiled at the angry faces.
It was as if she had to bow to the audience before the start.
This was the final etiquette.
It didn't matter how many audience members there were. It didn't matter how enthusiastic they were.
— — The performance of the predator had just begun!
At that moment, the blade slashed down, and a cold chill spread with the silent melody, stealing the temperature, causing this coldness to seep into everyone's bones in an instant.
Like the arrival of a snowstorm, under the gradually violent rhythm, everything was hurriedly moving towards a tragic end.
It made people involuntarily tremble in the illusion of wind and snow.
Concerto of Four Seasons — — Winter!
Under the girl's sword, the performance that broke the barrier and sublimated again appeared here, spreading from the scene that was close to a massacre.
Step by step, she moved forward.
No matter how many enemies there were.
The violent and solemn scene almost frightened all the souls that were watching. It crudely and straightforwardly transmitted this beauty that belonged to power and art to every trembling heart.
He crushed all his opponents as easily as crushing dry weeds.
Step by step, she defeated the people who blocked her way.
The wounds left by the slashes of the blade couldn't stop her. Instead, the predator in the cold winter became more and more violent and cruel.
Blood splashed on the gray dress, like a burning flame in the fog.
Roars and roars sounded continuously, and then quickly disappeared. Only the high-pitched sound of metal colliding and the low sound of people falling to the ground kept ringing.
They couldn't use their eyes to catch the figure that was as swift as lightning. But when they closed their eyes and were no longer confused by the chaotic scene, they could feel the rhythm and beauty hidden in the slaughter.
"It's just like a performance. It's so beautiful."
In the distance, on the top floor of a building, an old samurai looked from afar and couldn't help but sigh softly. "Such skills are rare … Have you found out her origin?"
"She should be someone from the Hybrid Alliance. It seems like she's a student of the King of Danbo."
Another supervisor from the dojo replied. "To be able to teach such a talent, the King of Danbo can't be underestimated."
Who didn't know that the leader of the alliance was never easy to deal with?
At this moment, everyone suddenly showed a bitter smile. "Now, it seems that the newly rebuilt Danbo wants to interfere with the matters of Yomi-no-Yomi-ban?"
"The Knife Hunter is not limited to one place. As long as they come with a sword, regardless of good or evil, men or women, old or young, they can all try … This is the rule of the dojo."
The old man lowered his eyes and stared at the girl covered in blood on the long street. "What we need to do is to pay attention to the Knife Hunter. We don't need to care about other things now."
They focused on admiring the beautiful scenery and praised the changes in the footwork and moves.
Everyone here was a master and a genius who had been immersed in the dojo for many years. At this moment, they could better understand the preciousness of this skill.
"Even the opponent's counterattack is included in her strategy, and all the complicated changes are consistent. Such exquisite control is really amazing."
The person next to him sighed. "Although I've seen many more tragic scenes, such a harsh duel and rapid victory and defeat, even Di Qing back then can't be compared to this, right?"
Di Qing?
"How can this be a strange monk?"
The old samurai shook his head and laughed. "If you ask me, it's clearly a red leaf!"
For a moment, it was as if they were in the deep demonic realm hidden in Xinzhou.
The ground was scarlet.
It was impossible to tell whether it was the falling maple leaves or the fresh blood.
Under the contrast of the maple leaves and the blood, the dignified and cold face also became coquettish. It was so charming, as if it had been dyed by the devil …
However, this dazzling beauty, which was enough to hurt the eyes, came at the price of tragic casualties and wails.
Someone sighed. "Should we call the backup paramedics?"
"No need."
The old samurai said indifferently, "The trash who can't even win in a group fight should crawl to the hospital by themselves. At least they'll learn their lesson. Besides … isn't no one dead?"
Everyone fell into silence.
It was unbelievable.
But when they widened their eyes to take a closer look, they found that it was just as Shifu Dai had said. It looked so tragic, but in fact, there was still no death under the blade of the sword.
Even in the face of such a huge gap between the enemy and herself, in such a chaotic duel, she still left room for her opponent.
That was not letting the tiger return to the mountain. At best, she was just letting the tiger hurt people. The shackles that controlled the nature of the struggle were still in her hands.
She could control and release them freely.
She had never lost control.
"The younger generation will surpass us in time …"
The old samurai sighed, waved his sleeves, and turned to leave.
She had already foreseen the result.
There would be no suspense at all …
As early as the moment she carried the chair here, it was destined that there would only be one winner on Central Avenue tonight.
Ten minutes later, Yuan Yuan calmly waved her hand and shook off the last trace of sticky blood on the blade.
Yamagun once again returned to the cage.
So docile.
In the dead silence, behind her, the people of Huai Yamagata carried a stretcher and put the last unconscious samurai into an ambulance and took him away.
Only a spreading blood red and countless mournful iron lights were left.
"The total number of swords and knives, 371."
Forest Hut pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and clapped his hands in admiration.
"Congratulations, Yuan Yuan. You've become famous in one battle."
In less than an hour, the Knife Hunting incident on Central Avenue set off an unprecedented impact in Yōsaka.
In less than twenty minutes, more than sixteen samurai who embarked on the path of Knife Hunting were tragically defeated here. A total of ninety-two challengers ushered in the most complete defeat in front of one person.
The name "Hongyeji" spread like wildfire and spread to everyone's ears.
Many people woke up and looked at Danbo in amazement, marveling at the style of the leader of the alliance, wondering whether this heralded the arrival of a new round of storm.
In the treatment room under the stone marrow museum, Huai Shi bit the suture scissors and pulled the suture with tweezers in his hand to make a beautiful bow.
Finally, he cut off the excess with scissors.
"It's done. You'll be fine after two days of rest. It won't leave a scar."
Huai Shi put down the tools, reached out, and rubbed Yuan Yuan's hair. "Thank you for your hard work … Do you want to eat supper?"
Yuan Yuan thought for a moment and nodded.
"Okay."
She couldn't help but smile when she followed her teacher.
Because she secretly did something bad without letting her teacher know.
Under the night sky, Forest Hut hung up the phone and couldn't help but rub his hands.
He was full of expectations.
He was going to do something bad …
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