The shadow running at the forefront, without even a chance to evade, was hit by the throne, and instantly flew back like a kite with a broken string; Two colleagues who were too close to him were also affected and were knocked flying to both sides.

The meticulously crafted throne, which had just moved out of place for less than a minute, was shattered by the impact; The priceless pearl jewelry was scattered all over the floor with a clatter.

Just as the hall was in chaos, Wang Xiaole had already engaged with the president.

Ignoring the opponent's fierceness and strength, the president directly charged towards the sharpest point of the opponent's momentum.

Just as Wang Xiaole avoided the throne, the president's still body, which was as calm as a virgin, had already moved swiftly like a startled rabbit in front of him.

Although the president was charging straight on, when her palm wind was about to strike, her body suddenly twisted, evading at an inconceivable angle to his left; Immediately following was an overwhelming flurry of attacks.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged blows for over a hundred moves in quick succession; Strangely, there was not the slightest physical contact between them, always avoiding each other's real moves in advance, continuously counterattacking with feints.

At this moment, the killing intent behind Wang Xiaole became increasingly palpable.

He didn't need to turn around deliberately to know that those who had evaded the "hidden weapon" attacks had now regrouped at this moment and were closing in.

It was a moment where every second counted.

Wang Xiaole knew deeply:

If he was really delayed by the opponent, once the encirclement of the strong was formed, he would inevitably be plunged into a bitter struggle.

In a flash, he had already decided to take a big risk; Like a martial artist with serious internal injuries, he suddenly stopped all his attacks, covered his chest with his hands, and leaned slightly forward.

At this point, a fierce killing intent flashed in the president's eyes, the previous feints turned real, and she ruthlessly aimed a blow at Wang Xiaole's head; He chuckled softly, swiftly changing his position and attempting to dart to the right of the president.

"You think I'll fall for that?"

The president coldly smiled, instantly changing her position to block Wang Xiaole directly, even the move originally aimed at his head still unchanged, poised to strike down.

Wang Xiaole remained unperturbed, twisting his ankle, changing his position once again, now veering to the left of his opponent; The president's laughter turned even colder.

She admitted that she might not match the strength of the person in front of her, but when it came to agile body movements, not even "Silver Blade" would necessarily be his match.

However, as soon as this thought arose, her expression changed.

Because she noticed that Wang Xiaole's figure only swayed left and right, with the remnants of his body on both sides, but his real body had never moved from start to finish; He still slightly bent, covering his chest, exposing all the vulnerabilities of his whole body to her.

The president couldn't help but think:

This is too audacious!

If I am not misled by his movements, and if this strike really lands in its original position, he would probably be a tragic mess gushing with blood by now;

This man's way of fighting is truly insane...

As this thought flashed through the president's mind, Wang Xiaole's eerie smile had already spread across his face, the right hand that was originally covering his chest gently moved, and the hand axis landed heavily on the vulnerable spot at her waist.

The president, who lost her balance, was severely hit and her body was knocked sideways, flying out. Wang Xiaole couldn't let her go like this, so with a step forward, he swiftly shot towards where the president would land.

In this round of combat, the president was completely defeated and no longer had the strength to fight back. Right before she hit the ground, Wang Xiaole landed a heavy punch on her back, sending her crashing into a dark corner of the hall. Unable to bear it any longer, she spat out a mouthful of blood with a "puh."

Raising his hand, Wang Xiaole halted the shadow still chasing after him and coldly declared, "Don't come any closer. Your president is already in my hands! Stop attacking immediately, or else, I will kill her right now!"

The uttered words were icy cold, carrying a tone of readiness to kill at any moment, leaving no room for doubt about the truth of the threat. At this critical moment, the shout caused the enemies who were surrounding the veiled young woman to halt their actions one by one.

The sudden stop in the battle was extremely timely for the young girl; because if it were delayed even for a moment longer, the outcome might not have been as good. The enemies stopped because they were worried about the president being killed; their concern was not based on personal feelings. The only ones who had feelings for the president were the assassins, who were the targets the veiled young woman had been focused on eliminating earlier. Now, all the assassins were dead.

The remaining adventurers were worried that if the president were to die, they would lose a good employer, and their hard work for the month would go unrewarded, which is why they had to stop. It had to be admitted that Wang Xiaole's mind was indeed very sharp. While using intimidating words to scare the others, his right hand and feet did not pause for a moment.

He demanded the enemies to stop, but he himself had no intention of doing so, only solidifying his plan to kill them in his mind. Just as Wang Xiaole rushed to the side of the president in an instant, preparing to swing his sword down, he suddenly realized that at that moment, the president did not resist; instead, she whispered softly, "You can't kill me..."

As this sentence echoed, Wang Xiaole suddenly sensed that something was wrong; he felt a chilling and invisible pressure approaching his back, which made him tremble involuntarily. Turning his head, Wang Xiaole immediately saw White staring at him in silence, emanating an endless coldness, and pointing a dagger forward.

As danger approached, Wang Xiaole's initial reaction was to swing his sword, but when his rationality reminded him of lifting his right hand, the reflexive action abruptly stopped. He couldn't strike – all his clarity of mind strongly emphasized this point!

Since he couldn't strike, it was difficult to control himself while preparing to defend, so he chose to adopt an evasive strategy. Therefore, the sharp blade filled with cruelty descended and ripped apart a white light over Wang Xiaole's head for a moment.

Beyond the white light, cloth and threads of blood red were visible. Those one or two drops of crimson blood were now only visible in the cracks of the floor and the blade of the dagger.

The blow delivered by Bai was fast enough and sharp enough; for someone targeted by such an attack, the most appropriate response should be to fight blade with blade, defense or evasion would not be good ways to deal with it. Wang Xiaole held back the blood welling up in front of him, realizing that he would either be cut down on the spot before catching up, or not act before the mental magic took effect.

Now, due to Bai being completely controlled, he couldn't raise his sword against her anymore, as time didn't allow it; and the latter took the opportunity to distance herself, creating a safe gap, standing in a secure place and smiling calmly: "It seems that I am the one who wins in the end."

Wang Xiaole couldn't bring himself to listen to those mocking words. Because now, all he could think of was Bai, from her eyes to her ears, all fixed on her.

He could see the cold gaze in front of him. He thought that after understanding each other with Bai, she wouldn't look at him so coldly anymore. This gaze was like the first time they met, or even colder.

Wang Xiaole felt strange, never expecting to feel the bone-chilling wind even indoors, the cold wrapping around him completely; at that moment, it felt like even his heart was trembling in the cold, unsure of where to find warmth to thaw his frozen body inside and out.

"Silver Blade, my dear child, kill this beastly boy!" The President could not bear it any longer and decided to let "Silver Blade" take action to wipe out the "filth" from the world.

To prevent the possibility of failure, the President specifically asked Wang Xiaole: "If you really care about this child, do you dare to fight back?"

Wang Xiaole did not answer this question. His silence made the President understand everything.

Now Bai was like an emotionless killing puppet, faithfully carrying out her mother's orders. She didn't recognize the man in front of her, couldn't recall a single thing between them, just seeing him as a new prey.

Wang Xiaole knew all of this, and theoretically, under such circumstances, self-defense would be justified; but he was an exceptionally stubborn person, determined not to fight back.

His stubbornness stemmed from not giving up. He refused to believe that Bai was completely under control, still determined to awaken her; even if it meant using his own blood along the way.

Just as one would use words to awaken a comatose patient, he seized the limited time to speak to Bai: "Do you know? I was interested in you the first time we met, because you look like a cat; I was planning to keep a cat before, but being a ranger, I could never settle down, so the dream of having a cat was indefinitely postponed."

Crack! In the midst of dodging and talking, his arm was slashed, blood flowing more freely now. Enduring the pain, he continued to speak as if bathed in bright sunlight, chatting as if sharing daily life stories: "The night I let you go, I was so excited. I had never been so excited about a girl before I met you."

Crack!

This time, it was his legs that were dyed with blood, not just one, but a pair, the intense pain causing his knees to slightly bend down.

"When you came back again the next night, I was truly ecstatic! I knew that you had set your sights on my life, but this joy has not diminished at all;

After all, the life you've set your sights on is ultimately mine, and the fact that you deliberately came to see me for what I possess makes me very happy."