The sword's edge turned, and the long sword drew an almost 360° arc in an instant, hitting Jaros's wrist that was forced to be raised from the completely opposite side.
A pale sword flashed, and Catalina immediately stepped back. Blocking the dagger only left a trace of blood on her throat.
When Jaros raised his right hand and wanted to pursue it, he found that there was nothing there except a bloody broken arm.
Ding! The stabbing sword fell to the ground and rolled twice. The broken palm still hugged the hilt tightly and refused to leave, like a young animal sucking the milk of its dead mother.
His eyes were filled with surprise, and he took a few steps back, as if he hadn't realized what was happening, and looked at Catalina blankly and indifferently.
"Silver Bee Sting".
This move "Rain in the Mirror" is also recorded in the Icarus Origin Technique. It requires the user to have extremely high speed and explosive power to complete the change of moves in a very short time.
In Catalina's hundreds of hours in the swordsmanship club, I can probably count on one hand the number of times she has actually completed this sword move, and she has never used this move in front of an opponent of comparable strength.
But at this moment, she miraculously succeeded. That kind of wonderful intuition, it was like every move appeared in her mind in advance, as smooth and natural as if everything had already happened before.
"It's over, Uncle Jaros." Catalina stood still and moved the tip of the sword towards him. "Come back with me. I will try my best to get you a fair trial. If they don't collect enough evidence, , you might just be sentenced to exile.”
"No one can judge me!"
Jaros roared and suddenly knelt down on one knee, trying to pierce the barrier above the central crystal with the dagger in his left hand.
Catalina held her left hand emptyly and crushed the barrier into pieces. The blast of air caused the central crystal to roll down to the edge of the carpet where it was, causing Jaros to flutter away.
"I have to admit, Kelly, you really learn quickly..."
Jaros showed a miserable and embarrassed smile. Suddenly, he pounced on her like a crazy drunkard, punching and kicking Catalina regardless of his moves.
The sword blade whirled, as if a bouquet of silver-stemmed green branches suddenly bloomed into bright red flowers. The crystal blade of the long sword dragged across his left wrist, and the blocking dagger fell to the ground. The broken arm struck him with a punch, and the sword blade cut his armpit, and then turned around and slashed the inside of his knee.
Finally, Jaros's legs lost support and he knelt on the ground. The blood continued to extend under him, forming a shallow pool of red.
This is Oakland's blood, the same blood as mine. Katarina thought sadly, if her ancestor "Aoki" Brandon knew about Izumi, I wonder what he would think.
"Do it -" his chest was bumping and heaving, breathing heavily, like a leaky broken ship, "my life belongs to you."
"No, this is too easy for you." Catalina put down the hand holding the sword. She had killed people before and did not want to repeat the same mistake. "You will stand in shackles in front of the judge and jury and tell everyone Confess your crimes to the world.”
"You don't want to get your hands dirty, do you?" Jaros sarcastically said, "There is a hidden mechanism on the base of the vase in the corner. Press it and there will be an elevator leading to a secret passage outside. I have the key. , you can kill me and then use it to go directly to the street next door, no one will know that you did it, and your reputation will not be affected at all."
"No, I don't do such a thing." Catalina replied decisively, "Besides, even if I don't kill you, I can still leave here the way you said, right?"
"Haha, okay..." Jaros smiled helplessly, "It seems that you also live according to the laws in your heart, which just proves that we are on the same page. I have one last question, just give it to me How about a small charity for this loser?”
"Say it."
"When your family has a lot of money, it is not difficult to donate a coin to be a good person. But when you only have a coin to survive, it takes a lot of courage to donate it-"
Jaros's face was tense, and he tried his best to keep his tone from going out of tune due to pain:
"If you were still the disabled little girl who couldn't walk without a cane, would you still challenge me to protect others?"
"..."
If I knew I would die, would I still have the courage to draw the sword for the justice in my heart? Katarina asked herself.
She didn't want to answer no, but she couldn't answer with a false "yes".
"It's hard for me to answer something that didn't happen, but I wish I would have done so at that time."
"Well, that's right..." Jailos nodded meaningfully, "Finally, I have one more piece of advice I want to tell you, Kelly."
"-Never listen to your opponent's dying words," he said with a sneer.
What? !
A terrifying thought shattered her thoughts, and she suddenly glanced at the central crystal in the corner. Jaros' broken right palm was seen flying towards the central crystal like a lame insect.
No!
Katarina wanted to release the barrier, but it was too late. The broken palm grasped the orange-yellow crystal, held it in his palm with that trembling strength, and crushed it to pieces.
The broken crystal slag collapsed to the ground, gradually losing its light, just like the disappearing life.
"Unfortunately, people only truly grow when they make mistakes. Welcome to the cruel real world, niece."
