I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

"Swish~" Two voices, one black and one white, intertwined.

"Qiang, Qiang." With a crisp voice, the two rays of light collided with each other and bounced off each other. They separated as soon as they touched, leaving only a wisp of sparks that burned the air.

The two rays of light are two daggers.

A switchblade with a dark frosted handle and a strange emblem engraved on the handle.

The other is a tactical straight knife similar to the standard equipment of the army. It has a black handle and a pair of Tai Chi figures on the end.

Two daggers with similar lengths and very similar blade styles silently made two thrilling arcs and collided again.

A straight knife cuts at an acute angle, which is offset by a switchblade cutting at the same angle.

"Qiang", another soft cry.

This time, the two daggers did not bounce off each other, but fell into a stalemate.

The owner of the straight sword, a heroic girl in blue gi uniform, licked the corner of her mouth with an excited smile: "No, no, no, not at all, Zhiki, your strength shouldn't be at this level."

The owner of the switchblade, a handsome young man in black sportswear, said with a bitter face: "Sister, this is really my limit."

"Liar."

The two ritual hands exerted force, and the two crossed swords got closer and closer to Shiki's face.

"What I can feel in your blood is that your potential is far more than this."

"Even if you say that -" Zhiki's face was flushed, and there was sweat on his forehead and cheeks. It really didn't look like he was hiding anything.

"Well, it seems you haven't realized your power yet, so let me inspire it."

Shiki flew up and kicked Zhiki in the stomach, sending him flying several meters.

When Shiki got up from the ground, he saw Shiki's eyes overflowing with an indescribable mysterious light - the Demonic Eye of Direct Death, opened.

"Sister, this-"

Without giving Zhiki a chance to continue, Shiki rebuked loudly: "Men, don't be so mother-in-law. Take off your glasses and look at me! I can accept this world, don't tell me you can't?"

Not sure whether he felt Shiki's will or was aroused by his passion, Shiki took off the "Demon Eye Killer" and handed it to Mikiya who was watching at the side.

"Of course!"

Following Shiki's roar, the switchblade split the air and approached the heroic Shiki at an even faster speed than before.

Shiki turned around lightly to avoid Zhiki's thrust, and the smile on his lips became even brighter, almost to the point of being enchanting.

"That's right, that's right. The speed is faster, the strength is stronger, and the angle is more tricky."

I can feel that this is far from your limit, you can become stronger——

——Because you and I are the same kind. We are both murderers and we share the same blood.

The straight knife changes, and the knife never leaves Shiki's "death line". If it hits just a little, it will be a serious injury that is difficult to recover from.

But Zhiki didn't give Shiki such a chance, either blocking or dodging, and blocking all of Shiki's fierce attacks. Not only that, he took advantage of Shi's opportunity to swing his sword and launched a counterattack, and his counterattack also aimed at Shi's "death line".

Two murderers who had faced death directly and could see the death of all things were just dancing on the edge of death. The pressure released by their movements gradually spread to the entire audience, making everyone watching feel the pressure.

Orange started to draw runes, Shinji took out his slingshot, Fujino opened his magic eye, Sakura was accumulating curse bullets, except for Inoya who had nothing to do with the mystery and could only stare, everyone else was ready to save people.

What reflected in the eyes of the two shikis was a fragile world that could break at the touch of a touch. Both of them were staring at the death of the other, and they also knew that the other was staring at their own death.

Die, die, die.

Die die die, die die die, die die die.

Die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die.

All are dead.

This kind of pressure is enough to drive ordinary people crazy in an instant, and even a magician who has understood the nature of death cannot bear it. However, this pair of young and girl dancing together bear it all, not only bear it, but also not suffer any negative effects.

It's just that there is no negative impact, it's not that there is no impact.

Surrounded by endless death, the two people with the same name became more and more excited, and their will to fight became more and more intense.

A faint white mist seeped out from the hair and clothes of the two people. It was the water vapor produced by the evaporation of sweat. The two pairs of black and white eyes were also filled with blood, like two beasts with red eyes.

And this is just an external appearance. Only a human body physiology master like Chengzi and Shenji, who was personally trained by Scathach, can understand the changes in the two people's bodies.

The blood flow speed of the two people is increasing in an abnormal trend, and the physical abilities of the two people have also made an astonishing leap. Especially the attributes of muscle toughness, reflex nerves, and dynamic vision that are closely related to combat are approaching. It’s not surprising that human beings’ limits are exceeded anytime.

To a certain extent, the two people who are fighting each other can no longer be regarded as human beings, at least not fully human.

Shiki felt his blood boil.

My brain felt like it was on fire.

My brain felt so hot that it felt like it was about to fly out.

His breath was so hot it felt like it was burning through his lungs.

Death in the world around us is as wonderful, frequent and natural as breathing.

But it doesn't matter, my physical condition is surprisingly good.

The stiff right hand flew freely, the dull steps became agile, and the switchblade held in the forehand was changed to the backhand.

The solemnity on his face disappeared without knowing when, and was replaced by joy from the heart, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was exactly the same.

He was enjoying, enjoying the process of fighting.

"You finally understand, Shiki!"

Another missed step, and Shiki let out a murderous laugh.

"Killing, death, you and me, come on, continue to liberate, continue to burn, only in this way can you recognize your own truth."

Wrong step, reflex, and bully, all three actions are done in one go.

In one second, just one second, Shiki, like a civet cat, crossed the three-meter distance, came behind Zhiki, and cut the "death line" on his back with a single stroke.

However, this unexpected fatal blow was avoided by Shiki in an even more incredible way.

The second before the straight knife fell, Zhiki's movement speed suddenly accelerated, even faster than Shiki. At that moment, his speed truly broke through the limitations of the human body.

With such speed, Zhiki turned into a phantom, escaped from Shiki's knife in an instant, and appeared on top of Shiki's head in the next moment, wiping the knife towards Shiki's throat.

This knife is not aimed at a "death line", but the effect is no different from a "death line". The throat is the vital point of human beings, and cutting it means death.

Shi raised her head, the light in her eyes was extremely brilliant, (Harmony) What was more brilliant than her eyes was the light of her sword.

The knife was gently touched, and the light of the knife lit up like a surprise, then disappeared in a flash.

The thin line between life and death.

PS: It’s Young Master’s birthday today. According to the agreement, let’s decide the name of the fan today. Let’s just call him “Raggedy”.