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The men in black remained silent.
"A regular mission requires just a six-man team. For larger tasks, a twelve-man squad is sufficient. What’s going on that three squads are needed? Is the opponent really that tough?" Luo Dachun asked with a grin.
"How do you prove your identity?" the leader said hoarsely. "Just mentioning a few details about Snowfall Villa doesn't prove you are Amin."
It dawned on me what Luo Dachun meant by bringing those teams. He was declaring his knowledge to validate his identity.
Thinking of Chen Shou from Feng County and Guilin from Wanzi Mountain, it became clear that relying solely on appearances was unreliable in this world.
"Well, that's reasonable. So, who brought out three teams? Let's verify this," Luo Dachun said as he slowly raised the thin short blade in his hand.
"It's his knife!"
"This knife is one of a kind..."
Low murmurs began to rise from below.
The leader of the opposing group also raised his weapon, a heavy long knife that looked quite substantial, with serrated edges along the back. I imagined that someone wielding such a weapon would be a hulking man, but the leader's figure was clearly outlined by tight black clothing. His build appeared anything but strong; he was slender and almost paper-thin.
Luo Dachun looked at him, a smile tugging at his lips, and called out warmly, "Big brother?"
The other man hesitated for a moment before slowly pulling down the mask covering his face.
Revealed was a strikingly similar face to Luo Dachun's, with six or seven points of resemblance, but his complexion was unusually pale, and his lips were nearly devoid of color.
I stared at that face in shock. Could they be related? They looked so alike!
As the black-clad man's mask was pulled down, Luo Dachun was taken aback. After a moment, he managed to squeeze out a word: "You..."
The black-clad man waved his hand to silence him, saying, "What you see is not necessarily true. As far as I know, Sikong Ming is no longer in this world. How can you prove your identity?"
Snowfall Villa was indeed a place of skilled individuals, accustomed to the ways of the world. His concerns were quite natural; the disguise techniques of this era were as sophisticated as modern women's makeup, capable of transforming one into another person entirely. In fact, they should be classified under the realm of sorcery.
Luo Dachun smiled lightly. "Brother, your birthday is on July nineteenth. Among the thirty or so people here, if they remove their masks, I estimate I would recognize more than seventy percent."
"Brother" gazed at him in silence. Luo Dachun continued, "Five years ago during the great calamity at Snowfall Villa, there were Grandpa, Father, Auntie, and you present. Would you like me to recount our conversation from that time?"
"Brother" finally spoke: "Forcing out what is remembered in my heart is something we can do as well. Therefore, capturing Amin will reveal our matters easily. If you are a descendant of the villa, you should understand this principle."
Luo Dachun sighed. "Then I must apologize."
Before his words had faded, Luo Dachun transformed into a streak of white light, charging towards "Brother" with both person and blade.
"Brother" remained calm and unhurried, swinging his long knife with a simple motion that accurately sealed off Luo Dachun's path of attack. He let out a soft shout, and the long knife Cold Radiance surged forth, overpowering Luo Dachun's short blade and counterattacking directly.
In an instant, both sides had exchanged over ten moves. I watched with wide eyes but could hardly discern their techniques; all I could do was continuously marvel in my heart.
The last time Luo Dachun made a move, his opponent had been stationary, and everything happened so quickly that I hadn’t had time to grasp his skills intuitively. But this time was different; the two below were engaged in a back-and-forth that left me breathless.
It turned out that Luo Dachun's strengths lay in speed and agility, contrasting sharply with his usual gentle demeanor. In contrast, "Brother," though appearing slender and light, wielded his knife with a steady technique. His movements were not fast but incredibly precise; each strike was simple yet effective, targeting the key points for defeating an enemy. Even as an observer, one could sense an aura of grandeur emanating from him.
In a fierce exchange between masters, every move was perilous; yet amidst the battle, the two still found time to converse.
Relying on his nimble form, Luo Dachun seemed undeterred despite his weapon being significantly shorter than his opponent's. As he parried attacks, he remarked: "While appearance can be altered by disguise techniques and memories can be drawn out by drugs, martial arts techniques are not so easily imitated. You and I share the same mother; perhaps you understand my style better than anyone else?"
The clash of blades produced rapid and crisp sounds. "Brother," clearly focused on the intense battle before him, had beads of sweat forming at his temples; yet a smile gradually appeared at the corners of his mouth.
The elder brother, born of the same mother, was truly his biological brother! I had heard Nie Qiuyuan detail the family tree of Snowfall Villa. After the passing of Sun-Moon Ghost Blade Sikong Yan, the position of the master was passed on to the eldest son, Sikong Lang. Sikong Lang was known for his martial arts and sword techniques. He had two sons, one named Sikong Han and the other Sikong Ming. Thus, the "big brother" before me was undoubtedly Sikong Han, the Eldest Son of Snowfall Villa.
Luo Dachun's figure flashed as he swiftly struck out several blades toward Sikong Han's left side. I couldn't count how many strikes there were, but in an instant, his blade light appeared on the opposite right side.
Logically, a typical person would first defend against the attack from the left; if they weren't fast enough, they would be hit by the blade from the right. However, Sikong Han completely ignored the several strikes from the left and instead swung his blade toward the right.
"Big brother, do you still recognize this move?" came Luo Dachun's voice. "To feint left and strike right—that's what you taught me when I first started practicing with a sword. Back then, I can't tell you how many times I fell victim to this move under your hands."
The sound of clashing weapons rang out again.
"Since I can remember, those my age in the villa, even those older than me, have resented me, feared me, and ostracized me. Only you—only you have always protected me." Luo Dachun suddenly surged forward, twisting his short knife to entangle with Sikong Han's long blade at its hilt. "You weren't like this back then; even five years ago, you weren't like this!"
Sikong Han looked at him with a calm expression.
"Big brother, why have you become so thin? What kind of weapon is that you're using? The one in your hand must be the heaviest blade! Big brother, where is your... blade?"
By the end of his words, Luo Dachun's voice trembled slightly.
A sense of sadness welled up within me as I listened to his voice and words. Sikong Han halted his movements and quietly gazed at Luo Dachun, his figure resembling a fragile reed swaying in the wind.
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