Chapter 515

Advancing with No Other Choice

The continuous night rain pattered down.

In the dim Courtyard, Su Zhiwei's gaze successively swept past those four muzzles, her expression incomparably solemn.

Starting from the sudden extinguishing of all lights in the museum, she had sensed that something was wrong. The ensuing earth tremors further confirmed her thoughts. The main hall was roaring incessantly; something must have definitely happened.

At the time, Su Zhiwei was practicing and regulating her breathing in the pavilion in the Courtyard. She immediately prepared to approach the guest rooms, but halfway there, she heard the clanging sounds of combat coming from the other side of the Courtyard. Walking over, she saw the scene of Yao Qing taking down one assassin by himself and struggling fiercely against another.

Although she also resolved one assassin, she hadn't expected there to be so many around... No matter how good her skills were, they couldn't possibly be better than bullets. Moreover, she still hadn't fully mastered the power of "String" right now, and the bullets wouldn't give her the chance to slowly mobilize the "String."

Carrying the Baseball Bat, Yao Qing struggled up from the ground and stood back-to-back with Su Zhiwei, using his physical body to block the muzzles from the other two directions for her. "Sister Zhiwei, they're all here to kill you... You go first!"

Su Zhiwei spoke in a deep voice, "They're here to kill me, it has nothing to do with you. You're the one who should go."

"I'm not leaving!"

"Explain what! You're not my elder! Stop always acting like you're much older!" Yao Qing growled in anger. "You are slightly older than me, but so what? We grew up together, we're the same generation. As long as our spirits can resonate, does being a few years older really matter?!"

Su Zhiwei froze on the spot.

"Damn it... that kid is blocking my aim." The assassin at the rear flank aimed at Su Zhiwei's head for a long time but couldn't bypass Yao Qing's head, cursing uncontrollably.

"I'm blocked by him too, damn it!! Is he sick!"

"That's an eight million bounty!"

"Whatever! Just kill them both!"

The four assassins locked onto those two figures simultaneously. Seeing this, Su Zhiwei hooked her arm over Yao Qing's shoulder behind her without hesitation. Her white training suit fluttered in the night rain, and with a fierce shoulder throw, she hurled him several meters away!

"You...!"

Yao Qing's figure crashed heavily onto the ground. Before he could speak, a dense barrage of roaring gunshots erupted!

Bang, bang, bang—!!

Locked onto by four muzzles, Su Zhiwei's pupils involuntarily contracted. Bullets sped towards her. Right at this moment, blue electric arcs suddenly roamed through the void!

Bzz bzz bzz—

The sound of thin electric currents rang out, and the magnetic field in the Courtyard suddenly twisted. Those high-speed metal bullets seemed to crash into layers of invisible barriers. Inertia and magnetic gravity pulled against each other, slightly deflecting their trajectories!

The bullets that were originally shooting straight at Su Zhiwei actually drew arcs in mid-air at this moment, swirling past the white-clothed figure like Taiji circles drawn under the night sky, lightly hitting the surrounding walls or trees!

This scene directly stupefied the four assassins. They couldn't understand how out of so many bullets shot simultaneously, not a single one hit Su Zhiwei? Even body-outlining marksmanship wasn't aimed like this, right?

Su Zhiwei also froze on the spot for a moment. Then, as if she realized something, she abruptly looked up at the second-floor corridor.

Bang!

The body of an assassin, pierced all over with embroidery needles and metal fragments, shattered a window on the second floor with a boom, tumbling from the eaves into the Courtyard, plopping onto the ground like a hedgehog.

Seeing their companion pierced all over with metal, the several assassins were also stunned. Before they could understand what had happened, in the pitch-black museum, lights lit up one by one from the second-floor corridor.

Click— click— click...

The lighting system that had originally been completely extinguished actually recovered one by one bizarrely at this moment. Under the pale light, a figure walked over panting heavily. The lights overhead lit up successively with his footsteps, and the current overloaded, dazzling like a blazing sun.

"Did I make it..."

Dark red nosebleed flowed down his chin. Yang Xiao clutched a napkin already soaked in blood, his face as pale as paper.

He walked to the edge of the second-floor window. His gaze swept across the four shocked assassins, as well as Su Zhiwei and Yao Qing. The aurora surging in his pupils grew increasingly intense.

He slightly raised his right hand. In the next moment, the guns in the hands of the four assassins simultaneously flew out of their grasps, seemingly pulled by some invisible force, whooshing up into the clouds, unknown where they fell...

"Su Zhiwei..." Yang Xiao spoke weakly.

"I'll leave the rest... to you."

As his words fell, the aurora in Yang Xiao's pupils gradually dispersed. His body swayed, and he weakly fainted on the ground.

Like Su Zhiwei, Yang Xiao was also at the stage of trying to master his own theory, and his Spiritual Power reserves were even more insufficient. Counter-killing two assassins was already approaching his limit. Coupled with overloading his use of "Magnetic Field Theory" just now to help Su Zhiwei out of the predicament, it exceeded the realm of power that Yang Xiao could withstand right now, and his entire person directly fainted on the ground.

But even though his appearance lasted for probably less than five seconds, the situation in the Courtyard was reversed because of him, which could be called turning the tide!

Although Su Zhiwei was shocked by Yang Xiao's power in her heart, her brain reacted at the first instant. The figure in the white training suit rushed towards the nearest assassin without hesitation!

"Fuck! The guns are gone!"

That assassin looked at his empty hands, unable to react for a moment. With a blur before his eyes, Su Zhiwei arrived in front of him, and a fist accompanied by a strong wind whistled towards his face!

The assassin nimbly tilted his head to avoid this punch and placed his hands in front of him in a combat stance. After all, these people had struggled in a sea of blood for many years. Whether it was shooting or combat, none of them were weak.

He and Su Zhiwei exchanged blows at extreme speed in the night rain, fists and palms colliding, the sound of the training suit cutting through the air ringing out continuously.

"Attack together!"

The other three assassins naturally wouldn't just watch. Some pulled out short blades from their waists, some pulled out military spikes from behind their boots, and they swarmed to surround Su Zhiwei.

Su Zhiwei felt danger descending from behind, her expression incomparably solemn. She continuously changed her footwork to pull a distance from the assassins, her gaze successively sweeping across the four approaching figures.

Relying on herself alone, it was naturally impossible for her to be a match for four assassins in close combat... Going on like this, she would still definitely lose.

Su Zhiwei's gaze looked at the second floor, at the spot where Yang Xiao fell, a touch of determination flashing in her eyes.

She raised her hands slightly, and faint light began to condense in the void. As she slowly assumed the stance of her fist technique, those water-like clusters of light also began to swirl around her, like countless microscopic "Strings," gradually synchronizing in frequency and tune under the "command" of her movements.

Su Zhiwei knew that this time, she must act like Yang Xiao and completely pierce that layer of window paper... Otherwise, she, Yao Qing, and Yang Xiao would all die here.

This time, she must succeed!

The white-clothed figure clenched her fists and assumed a stance in the night rain, faint light flowing around her... The "performance" was about to begin.