"I ran from the 33rd floor to the 10th floor in one go, and finally I was able to take the emergency elevator to the underground parking lot."
On the 10th-floor corridor, Yin Long, hands on his knees, was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, looking completely exhausted. "Captain," he said, "Sometimes, I really envy your stamina. You can carry Liuli and run without even breaking a sweat."
"Good."
Su Hang put down the Liuli, his eyes filled with worry. To buy them time to retreat, Hu Xiao and Huyan Lan stepped forward one after another to block the pursuers. If anything were to happen to them...
How can I explain this to their family?
As expected, it's come.
Yin Long's rather solemn voice rang out.
"What?"
Su Hang looked up.
At the end of the corridor, outside the emergency elevator, stood a small boy in a light blue kimono. He was about 1.5 meters tall, with two swords at his waist. His seemingly harmless face sometimes revealed a fierce look.
"Next, Captain!" Yin Long tossed the car keys behind him.
Su Hang's pupils contracted. "What do you mean?"
"That little boy is terrifyingly strong just by looking at his stance!" Yin Long, with one hand behind his back and holding an iron fan, took a step forward. "I can clearly sense that he is a more troublesome being than the Great Tengu and Xue Ji!"
"Yeah?"
Su Hang scrutinized the young boy wielding twin swords, but strangely, he couldn't detect any killing intent from him. " Liuli, what's his name?"
Liuli was about to speak.
However, Yin Long abruptly interrupted him.
"Captain, now that things have come to this, I'll keep it from you." Yin Long opened his iron fan, striking a dashing pose. "Actually, I am a descendant of the last martial arts champion of the last dynasty, and I am proficient in all eighteen martial arts."
"Ah?"
Su Hang's eyes showed suspicion. Yin Long, who was constantly being bullied by Huyan Lan Yanlan, was a descendant of a martial arts champion? Was he sure he wasn't joking?
Yin Long's aura surged, like that of Unrivaled master. "Captain, you take Liuli and go first. Once I've beaten that terrifyingly strong little boy to a pulp, I'll immediately come and join you!"
Su Hang hesitated for a moment. Although he had doubts about Yin Long's identity as a descendant of the top scholar, his opponent did seem harmless. Moreover, Liuli had not provided any information about her identity, so she should be relatively safe.
"Okay, then be careful."
Su Hang picked up Liuli in his arms, turned around and ran into the fire escape. As they quickly went downstairs, Liuli, who was holding his neck, seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.
What are you trying to say?
With a nervous expression, Liuli asked, "Is Yin Long really a descendant of your Huaxia champion?"
Su Hang pondered for a moment and said, " Yin Long looks very serious, so it should be him."
Liuli breathed a sigh of relief, "Then he can definitely beat [ Zashiki ]."
Su Hang asked in confusion, " Zashiki?"
Liuli nodded her little head. "That boy who looks like a young boy Zashiki, a follower of the Yagyu Shinkage Dual Sword Style, a seventh-dan swordsman, and his fighting strength is second only to my cousin, Yugong Youjing."
"What?"
Su Hang's eyes widened, and he stopped in his tracks.
"From the last dynasty of your Huaxia, every successive generation of the Yagyu Shinkage Dual Sword Style in Kyoto has gone to Huaxia to challenge the martial arts champion of the time, but each time they have suffered a crushing defeat."
Liuli smiled and said, "Therefore, Yin Long will definitely be able to defeat Zashiki, who is the successor of the Yagyu Shinkage Dual Sword Style Zashiki, just like his predecessor!"
"How old is he? What's his name? Oh, he's such a cute little guy."
On the 10th-floor corridor, Yin Long groped the little boy's delicate, fair face, shamelessly pulling at his cheeks, and said in a serious tone, "Uncle is asking you a question, are you mute or deaf?"
The little boy remained unmoved.
"I feel like one punch from me would make you cry for a long time." Yin Long took out a lollipop and tempted her, "If you answer Uncle's question, you can have this lollipop, okay?"
The little boy had no expression.
"I'm truly the chosen one," Yin Long thought to himself, fanning himself with his iron fan and patting the other's head with one hand. "Being matched against a little brat like you who's barely weaned has given me a real pat on the back, allowing me to show off in front of the captain and Liuli."
"A descendant of a martial arts champion? Hahaha, this young master is so weak he can't even kill a chicken, how could he possibly be a descendant of a martial arts champion? You've really fooled the captain."
The young boy's body stiffened. "You're not a descendant of the martial arts champion?"
"Hey, what's up, little sprout?"
A flash of light appeared.
The little boy held two scissor-shaped swords, clamping them between Yin Long's head.
"Holy crap?"
Yin Long's pupils dilated in shock, his back instantly drenched in sweat, and he cried out in a panic, "Wait! Little sprout, oh no, hero, hero! I was just joking! I'm a descendant of a martial arts champion!"
The little boy sheathed his twin swords.
"I am so surprised."
Yin Long scrambled to his feet, immediately distancing himself from the little boy. Sweating profusely, he quickly loosened his collar and fanned himself with an iron fan to cool down. For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw his great-grandmother waving at him.
The young boy gripped two swords in his hands and moved swiftly, his innocent eyes, now brimming with bloodlust, fixed on Yin Long, who lay limp on the ground.
"Damn it! Get moving, you idiot!"
Terrified, Yin Long desperately pounded his legs with his iron fan, but they were weak and unresponsive. "Ahhh! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
The cute little boy arrived in an instant.
Yin Long closed his eyes in fear, his body trembling.
The expected death did not occur.
What happened?
Yin Long slowly opened his eyes, only to see the little boy standing in front of him, holding two swords, staring straight at him without making any further moves.
"You... you're not going to kill me?"
The little boy remained motionless.
"What's going on?" Yin Long was completely baffled. The little boy could easily knock him out with two strikes, but he gave up attacking after learning that he was a descendant of a martial arts champion.
Could it be--
"I'm not a descendant of a martial arts champion?"
A flash of light appeared.
The little boy held two scissor-shaped swords, clamping them between Yin Long's head.
Yin Long's hair stood on end, and he hurriedly said, "I am a descendant of a martial arts champion!"
The young boy sheathed his twin swords and returned to normal.
"I'm not a descendant of a martial arts champion?"
Two swords clamped between his head!
"I am a descendant of a martial arts champion!"
Sheathed her twin swords.
"Is that really true?"
Yin Long was utterly astonished.
Discover patterns, and summarize those patterns.
If he says he's not a descendant of the martial arts champion, the little boy will try to kill him by clamping his head between his two swords. But if he says he is a descendant of the martial arts champion, the little boy will give up the idea of killing him.
"May I ask you a few questions?"
The little boy remained unmoved.
Yin Long tentatively asked, "May I ask you a few questions as the descendant of a martial arts champion?"
The young boy coldly uttered, "Speak."
"May I have your name?"
"[ Yagyu Zashiki ]."
How old are you?
"17 years old."
Yin Long stroked his chin and clicked his tongue, "I thought you were just an eleven or twelve-year-old kid, turns out you're a seventeen-year-old old man."
Zashiki fiercely. "Hmm?"
"Ahem, I was just saying you're pretty, complimenting you." Yin Long quickly changed the subject. "Why didn't you kill me?"