A tear rolled down her cheek.
But Lian Xue didn’t care. She had a score to settle with the Crimson Blade Syndicate—five hundred men who had burned her village. 9yin auto
He gasped. "What... are you?"
Lian Xue’s body bent backward—impossible angle—then twisted sideways, then forward again. Every needle missed by a hair. Her right hand caught the last needle mid-air and, on auto-return, threw it back into Kael’s shoulder. A tear rolled down her cheek
Tonight, she stood before their fortress. 9yin auto
The Elders called it heresy. “Martial arts is willpower,” they said. “Automation is death of the soul.”
She closed her eyes and whispered the mantra: "Nine Yin. Auto. Execute."