Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Su Yuzhuo suddenly turned her head, looked at Xiao Feng, and revealed a beautiful yet sorrowful smile. Then, she extended her long sword evenly, blocking the opponent's rushing steps.

She knew what Xiao Feng wanted to do, but she refused to accept such a result.

Watching Xiao Feng running towards her, Su Yuzhuo couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

There was satisfaction because he cared about her.

There was reluctance because she might never see him again.

There were regrets and unwillingness for the many things they couldn't do together.

All sorts of emotions surged at once, Su Yuzhuo opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but felt perhaps it's better to say nothing.

Previously, she tried with all her might to make Xiao Feng remember her forever.

But at this life-and-death moment, she hoped he would better forget her.

The dead are already gone. Why make the living struggle?

However, at this critical moment, a howl almost inhuman sounded from behind.

"Ahhhh!"

Just as the howl appeared, Fujiwara Keiaki rushed out with incredible speed, unexpectedly catching up and directly confronting Uesugi Yumi's cane.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang... Bang!"

The spinning cane was forcibly knocked off course by Fujiwara Keiaki until he fell to the ground, with the cane pressed under him.

"Uncle Fujiwara!" Su Yuzhuo cried out loudly, rushing towards Fujiwara Keiaki as fast as she could.

"Don't move him!" Sun Shijie shouted.

Having practiced medicine for most of his life, he didn't know why Fujiwara Keiaki could suddenly burst out such unexpected speed, but he could be sure that Fujiwara Keiaki wasn't going to survive.

Zhao Guo'an had previously boasted that even if beaten to just one breath left, he could pull someone back from the brink of death, but there was a prerequisite: that person shouldn't court death.

Fujiwara Keiaki had already been severely injured by a black man and was now desperately blocking Uesugi Yumi's cane, truly a prime example of courting death.

Su Yuzhuo also obviously realized the seriousness of it. She didn't even have confidence to take Uesugi Yumi's returning cane herself, let alone Fujiwara Keiaki who was in worse condition than her.

"Years ago, I heard from others that you once escaped from the hands of Sato No. I thought someone was exaggerating, but considering now, it's not unlikely." Uesugi Yumi said indifferently.

Xiao Feng understood something, feeling equally perplexed about Fujiwara Keiaki's previous speed which exceeded comprehension.

But hearing Uesugi Yumi say that, Xiao Feng strongly suspected Fujiwara Keiaki had unleashed some life-preserving technique, except this time the life preserved wasn't his own but Su Yuzhuo's.

It seems inconceivable at first glance, like people who can bend steel rods with their heads or break stones on their chests.

To outsiders, it's amazing, but to insiders who know the methods and techniques, there's nothing extraordinary.

Of course, Fujiwara Keiaki paid an extremely high price to unleash such speed; otherwise, he wouldn't be injured so severely by the black man.

Simply put, it's a method never used unless in a life-or-death situation.

Xiao Feng even suspected the reason Fujiwara Keiaki was inferior to Uesugi Yumi was because he used such costly life-saving techniques years ago.

"Cough... cough... cough..."

Fujiwara Keiaki's face was pressed against the ground, coughing violently, his chest heaving like a caterpillar marching in place.

"Uncle Fujiwara!" Su Yuzhuo cried again, wanting to turn Fujiwara Keiaki's body over but halted by Sun Shijie's previous warning, appearing extremely anxious, at a rare loss.

Seeing the black blood spewed out by Fujiwara Keiaki, Su Yuzhuo turned her gaze to Sun Shijie, begging, "Uncle Sun, I beg you..."

Before finishing her words, Sun Shijie shook his head and sighed: "It's useless."

Even with aging eyes somewhat failing, Sun Shijie could still see clearly that the blood clots coughed up by Fujiwara Keiaki were fragments of ruptured organs.

Such a situation, even if the founder himself descended, there would be nothing to do.

"Mis...tress, I, I, I... die without... regrets."

Fujiwara Keiaki said intermittently, each pause accompanied by black blood, finally closed his eyes and passed away.

Indeed, Fujiwara Keiaki was fully aware that once he used the life-preserving technique, even if he couldn't stop Uesugi Yumi's cane, he would face inevitable death.

But as he said, sacrificing himself to save their mistress left him without regrets.

Su Yuzhuo gradually stood up, turned around, faced Uesugi Yumi, her fair face devoid of tears, lacking even the slightest anger, revealing only a determined resolve.

Fujiwara Keiaki could not die in vain!

"Boom!"

With a solid step, without hesitation, Su Yuzhuo charged forward with her long sword, cutting through the night sky in a desperate manner.

The reason for desperation was because with her current physical condition, engaging head-on was definitely not the best strategy.

But aside from that, Su Yuzhuo found no better way to avenge Fujiwara Keiaki.

Let Uncle Fujiwara go earlier, end this as soon as possible.

What Su Yuzhuo didn't expect was that Xiao Feng's speed was even faster than hers, already leaping ahead to Uesugi Yumi's side, his dagger sparking frenzied slashing and stabbing.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Uesugi Yumi sneered, drawing her waist dagger for the first time.

"Clang!"

The short sword was unsheathed, emitting a piercing hum, seemingly excited that it could taste blood once again.

"Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang!"

For a time, the sounds of weapons clashing echoed continuously, with sparks flying non-stop, looking from afar like a child swinging fireworks.

Uesugi Yumi fought four alone, showing no signs of falling behind, fully exhibiting legendary prowess.

Xiao Feng re-gripped his dagger, feeling his arm muscles increasingly sore and unbearable, couldn't help but start cursing internally.

Damn!

Indeed, his condition was too poor.

Also, when will Lin Zhiyan arrive?

If she doesn't come soon, there's a real risk of failure.

At this moment, footsteps appeared, everyone in the courtyard felt a sudden tension, wondering whether the approaching was friend or foe?

If they were enemies, no need to say, inevitable defeat.

If reinforcements though...

"Hold on, I'm here!"

A clear shout came, energizing Xiao Feng and the others; it was Lin Zhiyan's voice.

Moreover, judging by the sound's distance, she was about a hundred meters away at most.

However, it's not yet time to relax.

Lin Zhiyan has returned, but whether she brought reinforcements is still unknown.

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