Just then, Fiona Nangong, who'd been hot on Shawn Young's heels, burst out of the woods—what she saw nearly made her heart jump out of her chest! The forest was a total mess: trees snapped and knocked over by some monstrous force, and right in the middle, the ground looked like it had been blown up in a wild spiral. At the center, a figure was drenched in blood, clutching his chest, half-kneeling, blood dripping nonstop from his hand. Fiona looked closer—holy crap, it was Shawn Young!
"Ahhh—!" Fiona Nangong shrieked and bolted straight for Shawn Young.
Shawn Young was panting like crazy, fighting through the insane pain. The Murasame Blade had punched right through his chest, its savage sword energy and nasty aura shredding his protective qi. Lucky for him, his heart was untouched—not because the ninja missed, but because a burst of innate primordial qi shielded his ticker at the last second, nudging the blade just enough to save his life. Any closer, and he’d be a goner.
That wicked Murasame Blade was totally worthy of its legendary status from the Warring States era. When it stabbed into Shawn, it brought a freaky, destructive force and a nasty vibe. Shawn tried his best to use his qi to clot the wound, but every time he did, the gash just split wider, blood gushing everywhere. He cursed under his breath—if he didn’t stop the bleeding soon, he’d bleed out for sure! But his eyelids kept drooping, exhaustion washing over him like a tidal wave.
Suddenly, frantic footsteps echoed in Shawn’s ears as he teetered on the edge of blackout. He forced his heavy eyelids open—Fiona Nangong was sprinting straight at him, her gorgeous face twisted with worry. Her hair was a wild mess, her tight purple cheongsam ripped in several spots, showing off flashes of snowy skin and a whole lot of springtime. Her chest, affected by the torn shoulder, drooped a bit, giving Shawn a peek at her red bra, and those 'white rabbits' bounced like crazy as she ran. The whole scene was straight-up sizzling!
Damn—this chick is stacked—talk about explosive curves! Shawn Young couldn't help but stare at Fiona Nangong’s bouncing chest, his mind immediately jumping to some seriously naughty thoughts. No doubt about it—he was a grade-A flirt!
"You—what happened—oh my god—how did you get hurt so bad?!" Fiona Nangong cried, rushing up to Shawn Young and dropping down to hug his shaky body tight.
Mmm—so soft, so squishy—Shawn Young just melted into Fiona Nangong’s warm embrace, his head instinctively snuggling right between her luscious peaks. A sweet, natural scent wafted from her body, tickling his nose and making him yelp in surprise. The shock snapped him right back to his senses!
Ugh—seriously? You’re still a horny dog even now! Fiona Nangong felt Shawn Young burrowing into her chest, instantly getting his meaning. Her cheeks flared red as she scolded him, half pissed, half flustered. But weirdly, she couldn’t really bring herself to be mad.
Cough—cough—I’m dead serious—being in your arms feels absolutely amazing—Shawn Young said, totally shameless. He knew Fiona Nangong’s motherly side was in full swing, so he kept teasing her. She was a knockout, with a mature, sultry vibe that made him want to toss her down and ravish her right there!
Jeez, you’re hopeless! You’re half-dead and still hitting on me—Fiona Nangong’s face burned at Shawn Young’s bold words, her heart pounding like crazy. But deep down, she felt a weird thrill—guys usually tiptoed around her, all polite and careful, but no one had ever dared to be this brazen and shameless before!
I’m not flirting—I’m just being real—Shawn Young insisted, snuggling even deeper into her chest and pressing up against her 'white rabbits' through the fabric. That sneaky, forbidden thrill made him all excited, and suddenly his wound didn’t hurt so much anymore. Fiona’s heart fluttered; she let him keep going, secretly thinking, 'This guy really would die for a beauty! But honestly… this feels kinda great.'
Just as they were tangled up in their steamy, flirty mess, a creepy voice suddenly cut in: "You two—were way too careless—I'm still alive—heh heh—"
Both Shawn Young and Fiona Nangong jumped like they'd seen a ghost, whipping around to look. It was that ninja Shawn had blasted out of the woods earlier! His chest heaved, breath ragged, and the black mask had slipped off, showing a weathered, sharp face—maybe thirty or forty, ruggedly handsome, eyes like a hawk, radiating killer intent. He gripped the Murasame Blade, standing barely two meters away, stubborn as a cockroach and somehow still kicking!
"Since you two are so lovey-dovey—let me send you off to hell together—die!" the ninja sneered, swinging up his Murasame Blade and pouring his last bit of qi into the sword.
Vrrr— The Murasame Blade let out a chilling hum, its blade flickering with terrifying black light. Shawn Young and Fiona Nangong felt a wave of murderous intent crash down on them—like death itself breathing down their necks!
Swish— The blade whipped straight for Fiona Nangong’s neck, the attack brutal and unstoppable—she was about to be chopped, blood about to spray everywhere!
Right at that do-or-die moment, Shawn Young freaked—suddenly, a surge of raw power exploded inside him, flooding every inch of his body. He instantly got it—his hidden potential just got triggered by the danger!
"You die first!" Shawn Young roared, shoving Fiona Nangong hard to the side, sending her flying several meters away—barely dodging the death blow! Then, twisting his body, he leapt up and fired off two lightning-fast kicks at the ninja!
Bang! Bang! Two heavy thuds echoed.
Slash— A bright splash of blood!
The ninja’s body shot out like a busted kite, tumbling a good ten meters away. This time, he was out cold—no groans, just lights out! But Shawn Young didn’t get off easy either; the Murasame Blade slashed his inner thigh, its savage energy nearly slicing his 'Little Shawn'!
A wave of blinding pain ripped through Shawn Young’s lower half. He couldn’t take it—his qi burst out, his mind went blank, and he collapsed with a groan.
Fiona Nangong, sprawled a few meters away, scrambled up and rushed to Shawn Young, shrieking in panic and shaking him like mad. But Shawn was already out cold—totally out of it!