Chuzheng opened her eyes to find herself facing a dagger, its cold light flashing as the sharp blade plummeted towards her.
Chuzheng lay on the ground, her only option to block with her hands, but with limited room to move, the dagger grazed her arm and lodged in the crevice of a stone nearby.
Chuzheng's elbow struck the person attacking her, and she wrested the dagger from their grasp.
The direction of the dagger turned, stabbing towards the opponent.
The person opposite seemed not to have anticipated Chuzheng's strength, failing to dodge in time and getting slashed by the dagger.
That person tried to move to the side to avoid further injury, but the space was too confined; the dagger approached from the side, leaving no room to evade.
Pu chi—
The blade pierced flesh.
Before Chuzheng could catch her breath, she heard the sleazy voice of the King's Account.
[Congratulations, Miss, on your successful first replay within this plane, loading data…]
Chuzheng: "..."