Don't Say You're Heartless (Modern Edition)

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Yang Qiong quickly assessed the situation. Outnumbered, with few options, escaping was already a stroke of luck—there was no time to think about anything else.

When she entered, she noticed there were no windows in the room. The door was blocked by the burly man. It wouldn't be difficult to subdue him, but whether she'd have the chance to escape afterward was another matter entirely.

With that thought in mind, her gaze once again fell on the man who had remained silent.

"Miss Yang, hand over the item, and at least your family will remain safe," Liu Yuanming spoke with an air of superiority as if he had already won.

Yang Qiong sneered, "If you dare touch anyone around me, I'll drag you down with me, even if I die!"

Liu Yuanming was so shaken by the cold tone in her voice that he instinctively stepped back. That single step gave Yang Qiong the opportunity and distance she needed. Instead of attacking, she flipped over the table and rolled toward the door. The burly man immediately reached out to strike, but Yang Qiong spun, dodging his attack and using his momentum to pull him away from the door. Seeing the opening, Yang Qiong's heart leaped with joy, but just as her hand touched the doorknob, she heard a gust of wind behind her. Not daring to be careless, she spun again, narrowly avoiding the blow.

Standing her ground, she turned to see that the silent man had made the move. To her astonishment, the man was now holding a longsword!

What the hell? Did this guy walk onto the wrong movie set? Yang Qiong wiped the sweat from her brow, mentally mocking the absurdity.

The silent man remained as wordless as ever, but the gleam of his sword was cold and sharp. She had no idea where he'd been hiding it.

In an instant, the silent man and Yang Qiong had exchanged more than ten moves. Yang Qiong's brow furrowed tightly. She was barehanded, completely at a disadvantage.

The man's sword created a web of blade energy, trapping Yang Qiong like a fish caught in a net. Soon, she took a hit to her shoulder, rendering her left arm immobile.

The man's expression remained unchanged as his sword strikes continued relentlessly. Two more cuts landed on Yang Qiong, one on her leg and another on her arm. The cut on her leg noticeably hampered her movement. In fewer than thirty moves, the man's sword was already at her throat.

Yang Qiong stopped moving. Blood flowed from three wounds, quickly soaking her clothes in red.

"You've studied swordsmanship," the man finally spoke with certainty. His voice was stiff, as though he rarely spoke.

Yang Qiong didn't blink as she stared him down. "Not only did I study it, but you were the one who taught me. Ouyang Ting, I never thought I'd see you again."

Yes, Yang Qiong was sure this man was Ouyang Ting from her past life. Though his appearance, voice, and demeanor had changed, his martial arts had not. Yang Qiong had only witnessed Ouyang Ting's full-strength fighting once, but it was enough to make her remember him for a lifetime.

When it came to martial arts, as skilled as she was, Yang Qiong had to admit that she and Ouyang Ting were on completely different levels.

No matter how hard she tried, she would never reach his level. It was hopeless— Ouyang Ting's martial arts were so overwhelming they made one despair. In his presence, effort seemed pointless. It was almost a matter of genetics.

The silent man was silent again, but only for a few seconds. "My name is not Ouyang Ting, and I've never taught you," he said, sounding puzzled. "But your techniques are from the same school as mine." He pushed his sword forward slightly, grazing her throat. Blood trickled out, but Yang Qiong didn't even feel much pain. "Tell the truth, or you'll suffer."