"Again?"
Ye Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow; she wasn't a fool. Such dialogue and attire could only mean one thing: a killer.
She took a few steps forward, directly reaching out and shielding Zhang Jie behind her.
Zhang Jie: ?
What? What's wrong with you?
Didn't you see the killer's attire?
"Step back!" Ye Xiaoxiao's tone was cautious, yet tinged with excitement.
?
Zhang Jie's right hand was kept under his left armpit, very wary.
"You should go. This isn't something you can get involved in; I can't drag you into this." Zhang Jie didn't want to implicate others.
The woman opposite sneered, listening to their conversation: "No need to argue. You're both going to die."
Though she said that, her mission was to bring Zhang Jie back alive. As for the other one, killing her would be fine.
Ye Xiaoxiao's lips curved into a wide smile. "Who gave you such confidence?"
Then, she turned to Zhang Jie and said, "Watch closely. I'll show you what it means to be... super... capable... of fighting!"
Zhang Jie was speechless. He couldn't knock her out now, otherwise he would have. What time was it? Still thinking of a one-on-one battle?
The woman opposite also became interested. She didn't mind a warm-up match first.
"Oh? You say you're very capable of fighting? Then come and try." She tilted her head, looking at Ye Xiaoxiao.
The aura around Ye Xiaoxiao also changed.
She adopted a Wing Chun opening stance.
As her elbows tucked inward and her palms faced upward, the air in the alley suddenly took on a tangible quality.
"Hmm? Interesting." The woman raised an eyebrow.
"Ye Xiaoxiao, fourth-generation inheritor of Wing Chun!"
Announcing one's name shows respect for an opponent, and although she thought it was silly, she adhered to this tradition.
"Then what should I say? Elena, the KH Viper?"
Elena struck a Sanda pose, staring at Ye Xiaoxiao.
Upon hearing Elena announce that she was from the KH Alliance, Zhang Jie's eyes narrowed. Had they finally come knocking?
To be honest, looking at this killer who resembled Anne Hathaway, and then at the adorable Ye Xiaoxiao who looked like Li Bingbing, Zhang Jie found it hard to imagine these two could be pitted against each other.
He never expected the KH Alliance to come knocking first.
What was all this?
Weren't they supposed to kill him?
Why were these two fighting each other?
However, Zhang Jie still quietly retreated a few steps, both hands now under his armpits, ready to strike at any moment.
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense. The faint moonlight cut through the shadows of the fire escape, dividing the narrow back alley into a cage of alternating light and dark.
Ye Xiaoxiao's AJ soles screeched to a halt on the greasy bricks, making a rubbery friction sound.
Three meters away, Elena's tactical leather boots' steel heels crushed a cockroach's carapace, the "crunch" becoming the drumbeat of war.
Ye Xiaoxiao moved!
Whoosh~!
Ye Xiaoxiao charged, closing the three-meter distance in an instant!
Zhang Jie's eyes widened. So fast!
As her straight punch aimed for the throat, Elena had already shed her leather jacket, throwing it directly.
The heavy leather suddenly covered her head!
Ye Xiaoxiao spun and kicked off the wall. Her hoodie hood was caught by the leather jacket's steel buckle, causing a momentary pause, and Elena's knee strike had already pierced through the afterimage of the clothes, heading straight for her spleen!
Ye Xiaoxiao naturally noticed it, but... it was too late!
Ye Xiaoxiao could only instantly tense her abdominal muscles like steel plates. "Bang!" The impact point sank into a bowl-sized dent, and her hoodie fabric stretched to its limit.
There was no time to react to the pain!
Ye Xiaoxiao used the momentum from kicking off the wall to flip backward, her legs coiling around Elena's neck like venomous snakes (Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu triangle choke).
Elena's leather skirt ripped, revealing the steel-cable-like muscle groups on her outer thigh.
She actually used the suffocating sensation of being choked to lunge forward with her body weight, fiercely digging her thumb into Ye Xiaoxiao's ribs!
Seeing this, Ye Xiaoxiao's rib cage sprang up sharply, causing the triangle choke to loosen for 0.5 seconds.
The leather on Elena's cervical spine made a "crack" sound as it came free.
The two exchanged positions in the jagged moonlight.
Both gasped for breath!
Hoo~ Hiss!
Ye Xiaoxiao began Bruce Lee's shuffling steps, her AJ heel scraping accumulated water from the ground and splashing it towards her opponent's face.
The moment Elena turned her head to dodge, Ye Xiaoxiao's spear hand had already reached three inches from her eyeball, only to collide with Elena's elbow tip, which she had raised in anticipation!
It was a Krav Maga shield defense!
The dull thud of finger bone against ulna. Ye Xiaoxiao's three fingers instantly bruised purple, while Elena's elbow leather ripped, and the subcutaneous capillary network ruptured, turning bluish.
But now was not the time to consider pain.
Elena seized the opening from the injured fingers, her throat-lock hand going straight for the windpipe.
Her tactical leather skirt restricted her leg extension. To increase speed, she forcefully twisted her hips, and three rivets on the back waistline of the leather skirt "popped" open.
Ye Xiaoxiao was waiting for this 0.1-second hesitation!
She allowed the throat-lock hand to cut in, but her neck muscles slid away as if oiled—this was a Wing Chun 'release of force' technique—while simultaneously poking her joined fingers at Elena's exposed axillary nerve plexus.
Elena's entire right arm jolted like an electric shock, the armpit seam of her tactical leather jacket tore, her sweat-soaked chest heaved violently under the neon lights, and her movements twisted and deformed with the spasm.
Both simultaneously leaped backward, a tactical retreat.
Ye Xiaoxiao's hoodie was torn at the left rib, faintly revealing subcutaneous bruising on her waist.
Elena's leather skirt had a high slit, and earthworm-like muscle bundles bulged on her inner thigh from excessive exertion.
Ye Xiaoxiao shook her bruised right hand, but her toe flicked a half-broken brick in front of her.
Elena quietly wiped her left hand across the tear in her leather jacket, the bloodstain forming a deeper dark patch on the black leather.
The sound of a drunkard vomiting came from the end of the alley. Zhang Jie was stunned. He suddenly felt that his own fighting skills were truly nothing compared to these two!
The exchange of blows just now, which seemed to last a long time, was actually less than a minute.
Could humans really do that?
"Are you okay?" Zhang Jie had seen Ye Xiaoxiao's fingers clash with her opponent's several times, not to mention the numerous body collisions.
"Didn't you say you were a Wing Chun inheritor? Why didn't I see you use it?"
Zhang Jie's curiosity directly earned him a glare from Ye Xiaoxiao. "You don't know a thing! Get lost, amateur!"
Then she turned her gaze to Elena, who was also panting.
"You're quite good!"
In this moment of evenly matched opponents, they felt a sense of mutual respect, like kindred spirits.
But it wasn't over yet!
The moonlight carved sharp shadow lines on the damp brick wall, and the two re-established distance in the narrow alley.
Through their earlier exchange, they had already probed each other's strength and reaction speed, and it was necessary to create distance to avoid falling into a disadvantage.
Even though Elena didn't understand Wing Chun, it didn't hinder her judgment in battle. She only knew one thing: her opponent's fighting style was extremely formidable and perfectly suited for close-range, short-burst combat.
Ye Xiaoxiao's breathing had returned to normal. Her right three fingers still throbbed, but her gaze was colder.
She once again adopted the Wing Chun opening stance: the two-character goat-gripping stance, with the asking hand forward and elbows sunk, accumulating power.
Her body was like a fully drawn bow, ready to unleash its power at any moment.
Elena's tactical leather skirt had ripped up to her inner thigh, but her movements were completely unaffected.
She turned slightly, her right hand resting lightly on her waist, where an unsheathed tactical folding knife was hidden, but she had no intention of using it now.
Her Krav Maga close-quarters combat stance had her center of gravity low, ready to lunge forward at any moment.
After 0.5 seconds of silence, the stored energy in their muscles burst forth instantly, and both moved simultaneously.
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