Chapter 1016
Chapter 1016:
Her eyes glowed with a ruthless intensity, like a predator circling its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Yelena, clad in loose, unrestrictive clothing, was just as fast.
Her movements flowed like water—seamless and unhesitating—while the scalpel spun deftly in her grasp, cutting and striking with lethal precision, each attack swift and merciless.
Fists flew, feet lashed out, the scalpel and umbrella colliding with bursts of sparks.
They darted around the room in a relentless blur, closing in one moment and breaking apart the next, each probing for the slightest opening to land a decisive blow.
The intensity grew with every strike, their breathing turning ragged.
Then—Alina pushed off the floor in an explosive leap, shooting toward Yelena like a missile.
Yelena responded in an instant, the scalpel slicing through the air in a streak of cold light.
At the very last moment, Alina twisted midair, narrowly avoiding the blade, and slammed a brutal kick straight into Yelena’s stomach.
Yelena staggered back, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
Alina’s smirk widened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.
Tonight, she would end this. She would crush Yelena, erasing every trace of the past.
But Yelena wasn’t beaten yet. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself upright.
And then—without hesitation—she lunged, scalpel flashing once more.
This fight was no longer just about strength.
It was about who had the stronger will to survive.
And neither of them would stop until only one was left standing.
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Yelena clenched her jaw, swallowing the sharp pain stabbing through her abdomen. Her gaze hardened, unwavering in its resolve. Backing down now wasn’t an option—she knew that much. The consequences of hesitation were too dire to even consider.
Alina’s attacks grew more ferocious, each strike laced with deadly precision. But Yelena refused to falter. Her grip on the scalpel remained steady, every move calculated as she parried the relentless onslaught. Again and again, she neutralized Alina’s strikes, all while searching for the perfect opening to counter.
The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating. They moved with lethal grace, their figures blurring in the dimly lit ward. Sparks flew as tin-le steel met steel—the scalpel’s edge clashing against the razor-sharp tip of Alina’s black umbrella.
Then, in a split second, Yelena saw it—an opening in Alina’s defense. She didn’t hesitate. With a sharp push off the floor, she launched herself forward, a streak of motion too fast to track.
Alina’s instincts kicked in, and she swung her umbrella up in a desperate attempt to block, but Yelena’s speed was beyond her reach. Alina wasn’t fast enough!
The scalpel sliced cleanly through fabric, cutting a deep gash into Alina’s arm. A sharp cry escaped Alina’s lips, her eyes flickering with shock and simmering rage.
She hadn’t expected Yelena to pinpoint her weakness so quickly, let alone strike with such ruthless precision.
But retreat wasn’t an option.
Alina bit back the pain, steeling herself before launching into another attack.
This wasn’t just about winning or losing—it was about redemption, about proving she wasn’t the same person who had failed before.
Yelena could see it in her eyes. And because of that, she treaded even more carefully, her movements growing sharper, more deliberate.