The two moved again.
Ye Xiaoxiao's Sun Character Punch shot out like a bullet, aiming straight for Elena's throat.
Elena dodged by tilting her head, but Ye Xiaoxiao's punch suddenly changed trajectory, turning her fist into a palm, then a spreading hand into a Wing Chun 'Bong Sao' (wing arm) as her right arm pressed down on Elena's collarbone like an iron gate.
Elena advanced instead of retreating, her left hand forming a claw to grab Ye Xiaoxiao's wrist joint, while her right knee fiercely struck her ribs—a combined joint lock and knee strike.
Ye Xiaoxiao's left hand instantly pressed down, changing from 'Bong Sao' to 'Fook Sao' (controlling hand), forcefully blocking the knee, but the impact still made her retreat half a step.
Inch power exploded!
Ye Xiaoxiao's right palm suddenly vibrated, delivering a short-range burst of power, an inch punch directly to Elena's heart.
Elena's tactical leather jacket caved in under the force of the punch, but at the last moment, she twisted her body to dissipate the force, letting the punch graze her ribs, while her right hand snaked out like a viper, gripping Ye Xiaoxiao's elbow joint in an anti-joint grappling move!
Ye Xiaoxiao's muscle memory was faster than her thoughts; her elbow sank slightly, and the Wing Chun 'disengaging' technique made Elena's grip slide off.
The two once again created distance, their breathing slightly ragged, but their eyes remained sharp.
A draw.
Under the moonlight, their figures briefly froze.
Ye Xiaoxiao's hoodie collar was torn, and a red mark on her collarbone was faintly visible.
Elena's tactical leather jacket was completely ripped open at the armpit, her sweat-soaked skin gleaming in the cold light.
No flaws, no mistakes, only a pure clash of techniques.
Elena's tactical folding knife finally unsheathed, its blade cutting a cold arc in the air.
She realized that mere fists and feet wouldn't be enough to take down that girl.
But what made her pupils constrict even more was that Ye Xiaoxiao, at some unknown point, held a butterfly knife in each hand, their metal handles flipping between her fingers, emitting a dangerous hum like a poisonous butterfly flapping its wings.
"Knives?" Ye Xiaoxiao sneered, crossing her two knives in front of her chest in a posture that combined offense and defense, "I have them too."
Zhang Jie's Adam's apple bobbed; he had clearly seen those two knives being drawn from behind her hoodie!
This little girl actually carried knives with her!
And she hid them so secretly. No wonder she wore such a loose hoodie—it was to conceal these two butterfly knives, wasn't it?
Emmmm... The knives were a bit small, they must have been custom-made.
A storm of steel suddenly erupted!
Elena's folding knife, like a viper's tongue, struck directly at the throat, and as Ye Xiaoxiao's left knife blocked, her right knife was already slashing towards her opponent's knife-wielding wrist.
The silver net formed by the alternating knives shattered the moonlight, and sparks from colliding blades exploded into a series of orange-red meteors in the alley.
Wing Chun Dual Blades vs. Military Dagger Combat!
Ye Xiaoxiao suddenly changed her move; as her left knife pinned down her opponent's weapon, her right knife spiraled upwards along Elena's forearm, a 'lifting slash' from the Eight Chopping Knives form.
The fibers of the tactical leather jacket snapped under the knife tip, and as Elena rapidly retreated, a strand of golden hair was already shorn off.
But Elena's counterattack was equally fierce!
She suddenly abandoned defense for a fierce offense, her folding knife piercing through the gap between the two knives, directly stabbing towards the heart. In the nick of time, Ye Xiaoxiao crossed her two knives into an X, forcefully blocking this killing blow, the metal scraping sound so sharp it set one's teeth on edge.
A deadly game of chess in a moment of stalemate!
Their noses were barely ten centimeters apart; Ye Xiaoxiao smelled the mint in her opponent's breath, and Elena saw the glint of knives dancing in her opponent's pupils.
Sweat dripped from their tensed jaws, splashing tiny rainbows on the knife blades.
With a soft 'clink,'
Elena's tactical dagger suddenly flew from her hand, its handle heavily striking Ye Xiaoxiao's temple.
The moment Ye Xiaoxiao dodged by tilting her head, Elena's knee strike landed on her abdomen!
Bang!
Both flew backward simultaneously; Ye Xiaoxiao's back hit the fire escape, and Elena's shoulder blade smashed through a stack of cardboard boxes.
Under the moonlight, two butterfly knives were stuck diagonally in the ground, trembling, while the folding knife was embedded in a wooden box, humming.
Still a draw!
The metallic hum still lingered in the air as Elena retreated three steps, raising her right hand.
She pulled out the tactical folding knife embedded in the wooden box.
She shook her slightly numb wrist, her golden hair lifting in a cold arc in the night breeze.
"I didn't expect to meet such a master," her voice was cold and emotionless, "Tonight's warm-up ends here."
Ye Xiaoxiao still clutched her two knives tightly, her knuckles white from the effort, but her eyes had calmed down.
She tilted her head slightly, her peripheral vision sweeping over Zhang Jie's position.
That guy actually wanted to pull out a gun?
Foolish, bullets would only make things messier, and more importantly, they would attract the police!
Elena noticed her small movement, and a mocking curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"Zhang Jie," she called him by name, her voice carrying a condescending teasing tone, "You're very lucky; you have a woman protecting you tonight."
Ye Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"But hiding behind a woman is definitely how a man should be."
Zhang Jie originally wanted to retort loudly, but thinking of their off-the-charts combat power, he suddenly felt a bit cowardly. A gunfight might be possible, but if it came to close-quarters combat with cold weapons, he was indeed a bit lacking.
Elena's folding knife spun once on her fingertip, then finally returned to its sheath.
She retreated and merged into the shadows, the rip in her tactical leather jacket faintly visible in the moonlight, yet it did not diminish her dangerous aura in the slightest.
"Remember this..." her voice drifted from the darkness, "My mission is to capture you alive. If someone else comes... it might not be the same outcome."
Only Ye Xiaoxiao's faint gasps remained in the alley. Zhang Jie's stiff fingers finally loosened from the gun grip, cold sweat soaking his back.
Ye Xiaoxiao closed her two knives with a 'click,' casually tucking them back into her sash, then turned and walked towards Zhang Jie.
Her hoodie already had several rips, and the red mark on her collarbone was particularly glaring in the moonlight, but her eyes were still as sharp as knives.
"How was my combat power? Not bad, right? Want to learn Wing Chun with me?"
Looking at Ye Xiaoxiao's playful demeanor, Zhang Jie's eyebrows also twitched slightly; this was indeed an invitation that made his heart stir.
Indeed, his current close combat skills were not presentable; in a moment of close-quarters engagement, he might be able to achieve a surprise victory, but if he truly encountered a master, it would probably still be very ugly.
However, looking at Ye Xiaoxiao, who was covered in injuries, Zhang Jie felt pain for her, yet she herself seemed to feel nothing, as if she had grown accustomed to it.
"Hey, are you alright?" Zhang Jie still asked redundantly.
The night wind swept up a piece of torn fabric from the ground, and the lingering echoes of the battle slowly dissipated in the air.
"Huh?"
When Zhang Jie asked this, Ye Xiaoxiao subconsciously glanced at herself. Blood was slowly seeping from her wrist.
This glance was harmless, but suddenly her entire body froze, her pupils slowly dilating. The blood on her wrist seemed to transform into a vast, blood-red sky, instantly covering her entire vision.
During the battle, due to her high concentration of spirit and will, she hadn't paid attention to these minor details, but now that the battle was over, her focus had relaxed.
After seeing the blood on her wrist... "Uh..."
Zhang Jie wondered why she had stopped talking. Looking again, he saw that Ye Xiaoxiao had already rolled her eyes and was falling backward.
"Holy crap!"
"Hey!!! Wake up!!!"
Zhang Jie quickly took a step forward, his left arm embracing Ye Xiaoxiao's back, and his right hand supporting her lower back.
Looking at Ye Xiaoxiao, who had already fainted, Zhang Jie instantly understood: this guy was actually hemophobic!
No way, a martial arts prodigy who fought so fiercely, a descendant of Ip Man, was actually afraid of blood?
Are you kidding me?
He was breaking down, truly breaking down!
But more importantly, Zhang Jie couldn't just leave this guy alone; otherwise, her situation would become even more dangerous.
Pressing her philtrum!
Wake up, damn it!
[Medical: Lv1 (21 → 22 / 100)]
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