“Ink Qi, black Qi corrupts, corrodes and pollutes, the white Qi weakens, nullifies and takes. Be careful! Try to avoid direct contact!” Ming thrust the sharp tip of his walking stick into the ground, breaking the square plate into pieces of cement and popping them up into the air, with a swing of his right arm, the broken pieces shot at his opponent’s general direction.
“So you know of us - then why don’t you just make it easier for all of us, and surrender?” The men in black’s voices came from the depths of the subway station. “Just cut your own heads off, then you’d be spared all the suffering we have to offer.”
“How about you freaks back down so we can turn this fucking place upside down?!” Luoshan Zi shot back: “I thought you were sages of a fucking clan! Why’d you become the city’s lapdogs?”
“The city?” The figure in black wielding two ring blades shook his head: “You’re here yet you still understand nothing of what’s going on here.”
“So how about you tie yourselves up and tell us the reason you’re all cooped up here and guarding this deserted train station with foul smell and dirt all over the place?” Luoshan Zi scoffed.
“Shut up you little bitch!” The figure in black wielding a metal whip lunged at Luoshan Zi with his right arm flailing the whip ready for an attack. Right after his last word dropped, shadows of the wip made of Qi and mist appeared along the whip, and swung down at Luoshan Zi at the same time.
The corner of Luoshan Zi’s mouth arced in a smirk as she shot backwards to evade the attacks. At the same time, she unleashed two handfuls of six throwing knives, kitchen knives and sharpened blades at this opponent of hers.
The shadows of the metal whip cracked and broke most of the flying weapons as well as large portions of the ground where Luoshan Zi was standing. Ruo and Liao shot up, lunging at the figure in black wielding two ring blades. Liao infused his Qi into the two whips in different fashions, thrusting the whip in his left hand at the opponent’s chest like a spear, while swinging the one in his right hand at the figure’s left shoulder.
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“Clunk!” “Clunk!” The figure spun where he was and blocked off both attacks, his Qi rushed onto his opponents’ weapons like snakes on an active hunt. But the touch of weapons was quick enough that only tiny traces of the Ink Qi made it onto Liao and Ruo’s weapons.
“It is but the fate of those ignorant and unenlightened to wander and face death!” The figure wielding a staff leapt out from the shadows, the sharp prongs on the front end pointing right at Luoshan Zi. A powerful thrust was unleashed, a giant shadow of the spear manifested right at the end of the attack and crashed down at Luoshan Zi like a pillar shot out of the barrel of a cannon.
Luoshan Zi’s hands closed together palm to palm, the tips of her fingers facing each other. Green Qi flowed on her palms before she thrust her hands upward at the shadow of the staff, a spearhead of jade colored Qi shot upwards at the staff, facing it head on.
“Boom!” Two Qi attacks clashed and exploded. A debilitating shockwave blew through the entirety of the underground subway station. Yet only dust rose after both of them and the surrounding individuals were pushed back - the integrity of the building appeared to be quite sturdy.
Ming and Keying stood still with their Qi infused in their lower bodies to stabilize their stance to not be disrupted by the explosion. The very moment the shockwave passed through, they launched themselves at the figure in black wielding a staff, forming a fast assault at this opponent's left flank.
Their target was in no position to dodge or effectively guard himself. Yet before they were half way there, three crossbow bolts shot from the corner behind them. Ming realized this just one single moment before Keying, so he turned his body around in mid air, swinging his walking stick across the space behind them.
“Ting!” “Ting!” It was a defense move in a hurry, the walking stick bashed two of the bolts away, but missed one - one that was shooting at Ming’s right shoulder. The Qi shielding his body was as strong as it could reasonably be, but the tips of these bolts were specially treated, and the fine sharp tip penetrated his skin and some of his muscles. What was worse, was that a numbing, paralyzing sensation began to grow and expand from the wound. The bolts were tipped with poison.
“Vile scum!” Ming roared, pumping his Qi into his walking stick and tossed it right at the general direction from which the bolts came, while Keying roared and unleashed three consecutive swift strikes while in the air, shooting three crescent-shaped Qi blades at their target. These Qi blades burst shortly after taking shape, each splitting into three Qi blades that were similar in size but much thinner. All of them hailed at the figure in black wielding a metal staff, as well as the other two who were close to him at this moment. At the same time, Ming’s walking stick exploded midway through its trajectory, raining splinters in a wide area covered by shadows.
The other two figures in black had to disperse to dodge the attack, while Keying’s target grunted and spun his staff, pushing his Qi into his weapon to harden its capability of defense. The Qi blades exploded and burst when crashing against the spinning staff, all of which were dissipated or at least greatly weakened. But right when all of the Qi blades were either blocked or dodged, one prong from the meta staff’s head fell onto the ground.
Another shadow in dark cloak crawled out of the shadow, coughing and grabbing his throat - he was the one who launched the three bolts earlier, and was in turn struck by Ming’s retaliation - splinters from Ming’s walking stick pierced through his chest and throat, blood was pooling into his lungs and windpipe.