89: Onslaught in Alley

In the dark alley, a gut-wrenching coldblooded intent exploded. Surprisingly, this time the murderous intent came from the voluptuous woman herself, rather than the assailant. Her demeanor switched from that of an upset victim to that of a cold-blooded hellhound.

"Alright Mr. wannabe assassin! This won't kill you… but believe me, it ain't gonna tickle either."

It's as if the man's attack forced her supposedly careful façade to fall away, revealing her actual personality. The dark alley began to boil as obnoxious murderous intents clashed against each other. Both of their feet thrust the ground to crack open when they disappeared from their position.

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The streak of metals scattered across the air. With a menacing cadence, the sword slammed against the rusty pipe, decimating the entire ambience. The environment grew so hazardous that even rodents hiding far away fled with their tails between their legs.

Both figures blurred in and out of existence, endlessly