novelsite Chapter 53 Do you still remember that this is a society governed by the rule of law...?
Chapter 53 Do you still remember that this is a society governed by the rule of law...?
The dagger and the longsword clashed together.
To be honest, I feel a little bad for He Jingtong, but when Jiang Xingni realized that she had blocked a long knife, her first reaction was, what's wrong with He Jingtong that he would sneak up on her like that?
However, this thought quickly dissipated, simply because the style of this long sword was not the technique He Jingtong was used to.
Although He Jingtong used a long sword most of the time.
The clang of weapons clashing echoed in the medical room. In the flash of a cold glint, Jiang Xingni finally got a clear look at the man holding the knife.
It wasn't He Jingtong, but another young man.
Her golden hair seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, and her emerald green eyes were fixed intently on Jiang Xingni.
The blond, green-eyed boy smiled; he wasn't wearing a mask, completely exposing his face.
Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes. As he sheathed his knife to retaliate, Jiang Xing mercilessly grabbed the dagger in his other hand and charged forward with lightning speed.
With a single slash, she severed his wrist—Jiang Xingni remembered to hold back; under these circumstances, she could have severed his tendons without restraint.
But judging from her looks, could she be the original member of the main cast who had her scenes stolen in this storyline?
Jiang Xingni harbored these doubts, but showed no sign of it on his face.
The blond boy's eyes widened slightly, and he instinctively tried to retaliate with the long sword in his hand.
However, Jiang Xingni moved too fast. By the time the man reacted, the long knife in his hand had already been knocked away by Jiang Xingni's dagger by striking his wrist.
It fell to the ground with a "clink" at He Jingtong's feet.
He Jingtong, who was watching, paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and kicked the long sword at his feet.
"Need any help?" the boy's voice rang out lazily.
Jiang Xingni's reply was brief and hurried: "No need, I can handle it."
It wasn't about showing off.
The long knife in the mysterious man's hand was easily knocked away, landing at He Jingtong's feet. He Jingtong then kicked it up and held it in his hand.
The man chuckled, "How arrogant, Star."
His voice was almost touching Jiang Xingni's ear, and then—
Everyone present saw that the long sword, which had fallen into He Jingtong's hand, flickered for a moment for some unknown reason, and then returned to that person's hand.
The blond boy's smile was arrogant and unrestrained as he glared at Jiang Xing without any restraint.
"Special ability." Contrary to his expectations, Jiang Xing raised an eyebrow, his expression brightening.
The words that came out were not questions, but rather statements.
"Space-related superpowers?" Jiang Xingni murmured to herself thoughtfully. The next second, she lightly leaped up.
Her weight is not an advantage; it's difficult to overpower someone in a fight using only her weight. However, Jiang Xingni can use different types of power to achieve this effect.
The long sword swung down a second time.
This time, Jiang Xingni lightly touched the ground with her toes in mid-air, using the force of the longsword to flip herself over, just avoiding the longsword's attack trajectory. Then, Jiang Xingni easily clamped the blond boy's neck with her legs.
With the force of his leg muscles, the combination of inertia, gravity, and Jiang Xingni's own weight, he slammed the man to the ground.
Although the series of actions seemed to take a long time, in reality, from the moment Jiang Xingni was attacked until he finally took down the attacker by strangling him with his thigh, the entire process only took a few minutes.
Before he could react, Pei Zhaoye was pulled up by Song Juexiao with a look of disgust on his face. Then he stepped forward and looked at the blond boy who had been held hostage by Jiang Xingni.
Song Juexiao remained silent for a while.
Song Juexiao was utterly shocked: "Su Yanzhi, what's wrong with you?!"
Jiang Xingni raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. She did not loosen her thighs, but rather loosened her grip slightly to avoid accidentally squeezing the person between her legs unconscious.
"Mind explaining?" Jiang Xing tilted his head, tightened his thighs threateningly, and sat on Su Yanzhi's chest, his muscles pressing against Su Yanzhi's throat.
Not so tight as to suffocate you, but not so light as to make you feel like you could easily break free. Jiang Xingni has always mastered the line between these two.
Su Yanzhi was still smiling at this moment.
The boy's eyes were bright and sparkling, and the small red mole at the corner of his mouth turned up as he moved.
"Someone gave me money." The boy blew on the thigh that was choking him. "How intimate, Star. Is this some kind of special interrogation technique of yours?"
Jiang Xingni sneered.
This time, she ruthlessly pulled her thighs together, and Su Yanzhi could feel the air being squeezed out of his abdomen. Her elbow pressed against his throat, and with a slight force, she could completely cut off his air exchange with the outside world.
He coughed a few times, but the smile on his face didn't disappear, and his emerald green eyes were still smilingly fixed on Jiang Xingni.
"Wow, Xingxing." His gaze swept up and down Jiang Xingni's body, his smile widening to reveal a fang. "Too bad, I actually quite like you—"
Before the words had even finished, Jiang Xingni keenly sensed the sound of wind beside his ear, and could even see a near-blue light in his peripheral vision.
She nimbly dodged, the blade grazing Jiang Xingni's ear, a strand of hair lightly severed by the long sword.
She loosened her grip on Su Yanzhi's legs, releasing him from her control. In that short time, Su Yanzhi broke free and grabbed the long knife that had just severed Jiang Xingni's hair, which was rushing towards him.
His hand gripped the blade tightly, the sharp edge slicing through his skin, and thin streams of blood flowed down.
Su Yanzhi chuckled with a hint of regret: "What a pity, Xingxing, this knife could have pierced your throat."
Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes, twirled the end of the hair with his fingertip, and stopped it at the spot where it had just been cut.
"Enough!" Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Song Juexiao spoke up directly.
The girl's voice was clear and bright; it was the first time Jiang Xingni had heard her voice so clearly.
As her voice rang out, the light spots—purple light spots—spread out. Jiang Xingni could feel as if she was bound by something invisible, not just in terms of movement, but more so in terms of an invisible psychological constraint.
Su Yanzhi put down the knife, but continued to harass the two girls with his chatter.
"Xiaoxiao, you know what I do for a living," Su Yanzhi shrugged. "Someone hired me to kill Xingxing. I had no choice; he paid too much, okay?"
Song Juexiao's gaze turned cold.
She typed rapidly: "You still remember this is a society governed by the rule of law, right?"
Song Juexiao looked at Su Yanzhi with a reproachful gaze.