After hurling and killing two terrorists, Elijie vaulted over the low earthen wall surrounding the mountain village.
When she Resonated with the wind, her sprinting speed increased dramatically, reaching a level incomprehensible to ordinary people.
The instant she cleared the wall, Elijie dropped to the ground and executed a beautiful forward roll, narrowly avoiding a burst of rifle bullets sprayed in her direction.
She saw the two terrorists lying on the ground.
One of them stared wide-eyed, disbelief filling his gaze. He seemed unable to believe that he had died just like that, his eyes brimming with despair and pain.
Anyone who saw such eyes would have nightmares.
Elijie had thought she would be afraid, that she would feel intense discomfort.
But she did not.
This was the first time the thirteen-year-old girl had ever killed someone, and she had killed two at once.
Two living lives had vanished before her eyes, dying beneath her daggers. It was brutally real!
Elijie discovered that her heart was surprisingly calm.
No fear, no guilt, and no disgust!
On the way to the Feilaita Khanate, Zuo Yi had told her that their targets this time were members of the Ajaya Organization.
A group of inhuman terrorists.
Elijie understood that her teacher did not want her to develop a psychological burden over killing and let it affect her performance.
In a real battle, even the slightest hesitation or doubt could lead to the worst possible outcome.
Elijie knew very well that Zuo Yi would not, and had no need to, deceive her, so she had already prepared herself mentally.
At this moment, she had truly grasped the meaning of battle!
Crouching down, Elijie pulled out the two daggers tucked into her combat boots.
She carried four daggers in total, two long and two short.