Chapter 514: Advancing with No Choice

The night rain was relentless.

In the dim courtyard, Su Zhiwei’s gaze swept across the four gun barrels, her expression grave.

From the moment all the lights in the museum went out, she knew something was wrong. The subsequent earthquake confirmed her suspicions; the roaring from the main hall meant something had definitely happened.

Su Zhiwei had been meditating in the courtyard pavilion when she immediately prepared to head toward the guest rooms. Halfway there, she heard the clashing of a fight from the other side of the courtyard. Upon arriving, she saw Yao Qing single-handedly taking down one assassin while struggling against another.

Although she had dealt with one assassin, she hadn't expected there to be so many more... No matter how good her skills were, she couldn't outmatch bullets. Moreover, she hadn't fully mastered the power of the "Strings," and the bullets wouldn't give her the chance to slowly mobilize them.

Yao Qing climbed up from the ground with his baseball bat, standing back-to-back with Su Zhiwei, using his body to shield her from the other two gun barrels. "Sister Zhiwei, they’re all here for you... You go first!"

Su Zhiwei said in a low voice, "They’re here for me, it has nothing to do with you. You should be the one to go."

"I’m not going!"

"Yao Qing! I am your sister! You have to listen to me!" Su Zhiwei frowned. "If something happens to you, how am I supposed to answer to your grandmother??"

"Answer what! You’re not my elder! Stop acting like you’re so much older than me!" Yao Qing roared angrily. "You’re a bit older, so what? We grew up together, we’re the same generation. As long as our spirits resonate, does a few years really matter?!"

Su Zhiwei stood frozen.

"Damn it... that kid is blocking my shot." The assassin behind her had been aiming at Su Zhiwei’s head for a long time but couldn't get a clear shot past Yao Qing, and he couldn't help but curse.

"He’s blocking me too, damn it!! Is he crazy!"

"That’s an eight-million bounty!"

"Forget it! Just kill them both!"

The four assassins locked onto the two figures. Seeing this, Su Zhiwei didn't hesitate; she grabbed Yao Qing’s shoulder, her white uniform fluttering in the rain, and threw him several meters away with a shoulder throw!

"You...!"

Yao Qing hit the ground hard. Before he could speak, a dense burst of gunfire erupted!

Bang bang bang—!!

Su Zhiwei, locked in the sights of four guns, felt her pupils contract. Bullets whistled toward her at high speed. Just then, arcs of blue electricity suddenly danced in the void!

Zzzzz—

A faint humming sound of electricity rang out. The magnetic field in the courtyard twisted suddenly. The high-speed metal bullets seemed to hit invisible barriers, their trajectories shifting as inertia and magnetic attraction pulled against each other!

The bullets that were supposed to hit Su Zhiwei directly now curved in mid-air, spiraling around her white-clad figure like a Taiji circle drawn in the night sky, before harmlessly embedding themselves into the surrounding walls or trees!

This scene left the four assassins stunned. They couldn't understand how, with so many bullets fired simultaneously, not a single one had hit Su Zhiwei? Even "stormtrooper aim" wasn't this bad, right?

Su Zhiwei was also stunned for a moment, then, as if realizing something, she looked up sharply toward the second-floor corridor.

Bang!

The body of an assassin, riddled with sewing needles and metal shards, crashed through a second-floor window, tumbled off the eaves, and landed in the courtyard like a pincushion.

Seeing their comrade covered in metal, the other assassins were dumbfounded. Before they could understand what happened, the lights in the pitch-black museum began to flicker on from the second-floor corridor.

Click—click—click...

The lighting system, which had been completely dead, was now eerily recovering one by one. Under the pale light, a figure walked over, breathing heavily. The lights overhead flared with each step he took, overloading with electricity until they shone as bright as the sun.

"Did I make it..."

Dark red blood dripped from his nose down his chin. Yang Xiao held a tissue soaked in blood, his face pale as paper.

He walked to the edge of the second-floor window, his gaze sweeping over the shocked assassins and Su Zhiwei. The aurora light surging in his pupils grew more intense.

He lifted his right hand slightly. The next moment, the guns in the four assassins' hands were ripped away, as if pulled by an invisible force, flying high into the sky and disappearing...

"Su Zhiwei..." Yang Xiao said weakly,

"The rest... is up to you."

As his voice fell, the aurora in Yang Xiao’s eyes faded, his body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground in a faint.

Like Su Zhiwei, Yang Xiao was still in the stage of trying to master his own theory, and his mental energy reserves were insufficient. Taking down two assassins had already pushed him to his limit, and the overload of using "Magnetic Field Theory" to save Su Zhiwei had exceeded his current capacity, causing him to pass out.

But even though his appearance lasted less than five seconds, the situation in the courtyard had been reversed because of him—a true turning of the tide!

Though Su Zhiwei was shocked by Yang Xiao’s power, her brain reacted instantly. Her white uniform fluttered as she charged toward the nearest assassin without hesitation!

"F*ck! The guns are gone!"

The assassin looked at his empty hands, stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Su Zhiwei was already in front of him, her fist whistling toward his face with a gust of wind!

The assassin nimbly tilted his head to dodge the punch, raising his hands into a fighting stance. These people had spent years crawling through blood; whether in shooting or hand-to-hand combat, none of them were weak.

He and Su Zhiwei exchanged blows rapidly in the night rain, fists and palms clashing, the sound of her uniform cutting through the air ringing out repeatedly.

"All together now!"

The other three assassins naturally wouldn't stand by. Some pulled short blades from their waists, others drew military daggers from their boots, swarming toward Su Zhiwei.

Feeling the danger approaching from behind, Su Zhiwei’s expression turned grave. She changed her footwork to create distance, her eyes scanning the four approaching figures.

Alone, she couldn't possibly win a close-quarters fight against four assassins... If this continued, she would surely lose.

Su Zhiwei looked toward the second floor, where Yang Xiao had collapsed, a flash of determination in her eyes.

She raised her hands slightly, and faint light began to condense in the void. As she slowly assumed a martial arts stance, those water-like light clusters began to swirl around her, as if countless microscopic "Strings" were following her movements, synchronizing bit by bit.

Su Zhiwei knew that this time, she had to be like Yang Xiao and completely break through that barrier... Otherwise, she, Yao Qing, and Yang Xiao would all die here.

This time, she had to succeed!

A figure in white stood in the night rain, fists raised, faint light swirling around her... The "performance" was about to begin.