Ran Yan often carried a poisoned handkerchief and a bottle of deadly poison, both stowed in the sleeve pocket of her inner garment, but now there was no chance whatsoever to draw them out. Her opponent's blade was swift; if she allowed her attention to lapse even slightly, showing the slightest weakness, there was a ninety percent chance she would be killed with a single blow.
Therefore, Ran Yan did not think about it for the time being and focused all her energy on defense.
Su Fu had given Ran Yan a book on breathing techniques before, which she practiced every day without fail, and that was why she had been able to hold on for so long.
The man in black took a deep breath and slowly raised his knife.
Ran Yan's heart chilled, knowing he was preparing for an all-out strike, and her forehead instantly broke out in fine sweat.
There was no time to think further; the blade's wind was already upon her.
