As long as the knife is sharp and can kill, it’s a good knife!

The katana sliced through the air with a chilling gleam, slashing towards Lin Tian’s head. If it hit, it would definitely cleave him in two, with his brain matter splattering everywhere.

At this critical moment, Lin Tian slightly tilted his head to the side.

The blade didn’t hit Lin Tian’s head, but landed solidly on his shoulder.

Honestly, even though the people from Sakula Country are small in stature, the strength in their hands is undeniably heavy and forceful.

’Clang~’

With a piercing sound of metal clashing, Lin Tian’s right shoulder took a solid blow, forcing him down on one knee.

"Lin Tian!" Chen Moxiang’s pupils widened like saucers in shock, and she shouted. At the same time, she raised her gun, aiming at the Sakula man wearing only a loincloth, and pulled the trigger.

Holding the trigger for a second, ten bullets whizzed out, piercing into the Sakula man’s stomach.

Blood splattered all over the two of them. Over the years, Chen Moxiang had experienced such scenes countless times, and she had become numb to them.

Now the only thing that worried her was the blood on Lin Tian; she couldn’t tell if it was his own or the enemy’s—it was terrifyingly gruesome.

"Lin Tian, are you okay?" Chen Moxiang’s heart tightened with anxiety, eager to see how badly Lin Tian was injured.

As she turned, two more Sakula men appeared out of nowhere, as if they were invisible, vanishing and reappearing suddenly.

The two Sakula men were still brandishing their blades, one swinging horizontally, the other vertically.

Both strikes were so close that it would be extremely difficult to dodge.

But Chen Moxiang was determined to try; she grabbed Lin Tian’s arm, trying to pull him back.

Suddenly, Lin Tian’s body lurched forward, knocking Chen Moxiang to the ground.

The horizontal slash landed on his stomach, and the vertical slash struck his right shoulder again, bringing him to his knee once more.

"Lin Tian!"

The dire situation made Chen Moxiang’s heart hang in her throat.

Suddenly, Lin Tian’s hand produced a black dagger. He sprang up like a tiger, the blade flicking in and out.

The two Sakula men suddenly had gaping, bloody holes in their chests, gushing blood that once again splattered over Lin Tian.

Chen Moxiang didn’t even see how Lin Tian moved; with just one stab, how were both hearts pierced?

"Lin Tian, how are you?!" Chen Moxiang asked anxiously, seeing Lin Tian’s back covered in blood.

Lin Tian didn’t reply, but a bitterness welled up in his throat as he forced out a clot of blood using Spiritual Qi.

He had been slashed in the chest earlier, and twice on the right shoulder. He wore a tank top given by Bai Shishi, along with the battle uniform from the Security Management Institute, both of which had bulletproof capabilities. How did they pierce through?

But the force was real! The impact was so strong it caused internal injuries, fortunately striking his right shoulder. If it had been the left, his heart might have been hit, which would have been real trouble!

But after forcing out the clotted blood, some recuperation with Spiritual Qi overnight should heal the internal injuries, so there was no major issue.

Spitting out the clotted blood really frightened Chen Moxiang. Who would cough up blood without being injured?

Chen Moxiang quickly got up from the ground, taking two steps forward.

Suddenly, three pitch-black shurikens flew from the corner of the room, all aimed at Chen Moxiang.

In that last Sakula man’s eyes, Lin Tian, after taking three blows, was already at the end of his rope, not worth any more of his efforts.

But at that very moment, Lin Tian, surprisingly, moved with ghostly swiftness, spreading his arms wide, standing in front of Chen Moxiang like a protective mother hen.

Thud, thud, thud...

Three dull sounds echoed as Lin Tian took the blows squarely on his chest.

"Really, this is endless!"

Lin Tian’s face darkened, gripping the Black Dragon Dagger, flicking his wrist, sending the dagger as a black flash into the corner of the room.

But to Chen Moxiang, there seemed to be no one in that corner. Or rather, the fourth enemy had yet to reveal himself!

Thud~

The dagger plunged into a Sakula man’s forehead, embedding itself entirely.

Immediately, the man’s body materialized, his eyes wide open as the Black Dragon Dagger pierced through his skull, leaving his face grotesquely disfigured, reminiscent of a horror film scene.

But Chen Moxiang didn’t care about that; her foremost concern was Lin Tian! After all the attacks—three slashes and three shurikens—all potentially fatal!

Suddenly! Lin Tian’s body went limp, collapsing like a mound of soft mud!

Under him was a pool of thick, nose-stinging blood!

Instantly, Chen Moxiang’s heart skipped a beat. Was this fool dead?

Chen Moxiang lunged forward, disregarding the dirt, and sat down, cradling Lin Tian’s head, pressing it into her bosom as if to swallow him whole.

Lin Tian was actually fine, just that the three additional shuriken hits aggravated his injuries, and then the strain from his strike left him momentarily stunned, causing him to fall.

But as he tried to get up, he found himself enveloped by Chen Moxiang, his face, nose, eyes, and mouth pressed into two soft, elastic forms.

This was the first time Lin Tian had touched... but it was surprisingly comfortable.

Though Chen Moxiang’s body was splattered with the Sakula men’s blood, carrying an unpleasant odor, a bit of fragrance would have been perfect!

"Don’t squeeze, I’m about to suffocate!" Lin Tian, all but squashed, struggled to break free, instinctively reaching out his hands, accidentally touching what he shouldn’t have.

Well, having already nestled his head there... a little fondling wouldn’t hurt, right?

Hearing Lin Tian’s words, Chen Moxiang shivered involuntarily, completely unaware she was being taken advantage of.

Even if she realized it, she probably wouldn’t say anything. After all, Lin Tian had shielded her from so many blows. A few touches were nothing!

"How do you feel now? Is anything uncomfortable?" Chen Moxiang promptly released Lin Tian’s head, checking his shoulder and stomach with her lovely eyes, fearing there might be wounds.