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Arlington Cemetery
On a patch of grass behind them, two figures stood in silent confrontation. Layers of distorted transparent force fields twisted and tangled around them ceaselessly. The air, too, distorted the light like a hall of mirrors. From this vantage point, all one could see in the distance was a twisted image.
Ye Yuhua held a Black Longsword in her hand. Her left arm bore a cut through her black suit and her white shirt underneath was slowly stained red with blood.
She looked solemnly at her opponent. The strength of her adversary had surpassed her expectations.
Not more than a dozen meters away on the grass, a sturdy man whose left face was patterned with silver designs also watched her, his expression just as solemn. He wore a white T-shirt and blue jeans. At the center of his chest, a spot of crimson was faintly visible through the white tee, a clear sign of injury.
