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The old strength of Ninja Cherry had been exhausted, and the new strength had yet to be born, while the poison attacked once, again, and now a third time, drawing ever closer. The outcome was predictable.
Moonlight pierced through the cold gaze beneath the mask, reflecting precisely into Ninja Cherry's pupils. She felt a sudden chill throughout her body, and her figure stalled. In battles between experts, victory and defeat are often decided in the blink of an eye—there is no room for even the slightest negligence. And just like that, the dagger was already hovering at her throat.
"Hiss-slash." A grating sound pierced the air. Ninja Cherry should have been dead without a doubt, yet at the critical moment, she abruptly retreated backward. She was unharmed, but her sleeves were slashed right off, revealing under the moonlight two segments of her extraordinarily beautiful lotus-like arms.
The inevitable still occurred.
