65: Chapter 65 Some hurdles you have to overcome on your own.

The room door was pushed open once again.

Mo Lan, who had just finished bathing and returned to rest, saw the twins overlapping in an ambiguous position in the center of the room the moment she pushed the door open.

Both their cheeks were incredibly flushed, and Lin Wan's hair and clothes were somewhat disheveled.

Mo Lan's footsteps faltered.

In her eyes, a flash of realization, surprise, and a certain meaningful glint that said, "I understand, I totally understand," flickered instantly.

A gentle and harmless smile appeared on her face, and she said in a soft voice:

"Ah, sorry, I've interrupted you."

"I understand, I understand, you're twins after all... it's normal to have a good relationship and be close."

"You two continue, continue, just pretend I don't exist."

After speaking, she retreated considerately and on tiptoe, and even "thoughtfully" closed the door behind her.

Inside the room, only the twin sisters remained again.

Lin Le and Lin Wan exchanged a stiff look.

"Mo Lan! It's not what you think!!!" Lin Le was the first to cry out in a breakdown.

"Mo Lan! It's a misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding!!" Lin Wan also shouted hurriedly toward the door.

Unfortunately, the door had already been closed.

... On the other side

Chen Xiaolin, barefoot, crept silently to the outside of Qi Yun's room door.

She turned her body sideways, her ear almost pressed against the door panel, holding her breath and carefully distinguishing the movements inside.

"Tsk... these movements..."

Suppressed gasps came from inside the room, along with a low moan—it was that unique, cold voice of Bai Yu.

"So it was Bai Yu..."

Chen Xiaolin muttered in a low voice, feeling inexplicably itchy in her heart.

She recalled when she awakened as a "Wind-Lightning Wielder," it was done in front of everyone through the "clan leaders blessing"... That feeling still made her face flush and heart race when she thought about it now.

However, Qi Yun's state tonight seemed exceptionally... fierce?

However, just as she was listening intently, even subconsciously imagining the scene—

The movements inside the room stopped without warning.

Chen Xiaolin was stunned, not yet reacting to what was going on.

"Creak."

The door was suddenly pulled open.

A sturdy arm reached out from the darkness, accurately grabbing her wrist and pulling hard!

"Hey!"

Chen Xiaolin was caught off guard, her whole body dragged into the room by an irresistible force.

On the bed, Bai Yu was gasping for air, her flushed face half-hidden as she closed her eyes to regulate her breathing, clearly exhausted.

The fire ignited by Lin Wan today was too intense and needed to be extinguished.

And Qi Yun had long since sensed Chen Xiaolin outside the door through Space Perception.

Perfect.

"Eavesdropping?" Qi Yun's voice sounded.

Chen Xiaolin's heart raced, but she forced herself to remain calm on the surface, even raising a provocative smile: "I, I was just passing by!"

"Oh?" Qi Yun raised an eyebrow and took a step forward.

Chen Xiaolin subconsciously retreated, but her back pressed against the cold stone wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Qi Yun's gaze swept over her.

Having just finished bathing, her wet hair clung to her cheeks, and amidst the steaming vapor, her skin appeared exceptionally fair and translucent.

"It seems you weren't satisfied last night?"

Chen Xiaolin's face heated up, and she stubbornly said: "Who, who wasn't satisfied! I was just..."

Before she could finish, Qi Yun had already leaned down and kissed her lips.

Chen Xiaolin struggled symbolically twice, then yielded.

"Hey! Bai Yu is still here!"

Chen Xiaolin whispered, her face turning even redder.

Qi Yun chuckled: "She's tired, perfect, you can take over."

Chen Xiaolin wanted to say something else, but Qi Yun no longer gave her the chance.

"Sigh, are we just going to stand here?"

... The next morning.

Sunlight spilled into the room through the window.

Outside, Chen Xiaolin stretched out in a big stretch, feeling exceptionally energetic.

Indeed, the state after being satisfied is just different.

It's definitely better to be nourished often.

"Xiao Lin."

A familiar voice came.

Chen Xiaolin turned her head and saw Xia Jin standing not far away, holding that iconic blood-colored long blade in her hand.

"Hmm? Xia Jin, good morning." Chen Xiaolin greeted with a smile.

Xia Jin walked up to her, stopped, and looked straight at her: "Fight me."

"Huh?" Chen Xiaolin was stunned.

"I want to see who is actually stronger, me or you."

Xia Jin's voice was very calm, but her fingers gripping the hilt tightened slightly.

Chen Xiaolin understood.

Ever since she awakened as the unique class "Wind-Lightning Wielder," her strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.

This made the proud Xia Jin feel unhappy.

"Are you sure?"

"You are not my match, oh."

Chen Xiaolin tilted her head, her smile carrying a hint of playfulness.

This sentence was like a thorn, piercing into Xia Jin's heart.

Her eyes sharpened: "Whether I'm strong or not, we'll know after trying."

Chen Xiaolin looked at the unquestionable persistence in Xia Jin's eyes and shrugged:

"Fine. But let's agree, stop at the limit."

"I won't go easy on you."

Xia Jin said in a deep voice, the blood-colored long blade "clanged" as it left its sheath, the blade humming and glowing with a faint red light.

The girls around heard the commotion and gathered around one after another.

"Sister Xia Jin wants to challenge Sister Xiao Lin?"

"Wow, this is worth watching! One is a Berserker, one is a Wind-Lightning Wielder!"

"But Xiao Lin is a unique class now, can Xia Jin handle it?"

Amidst the discussions, Xia Jin had already moved.

She exerted force under her feet, her figure moving like lightning, and the blood-colored long blade carved out a beautiful and tragic arc of light.

This strike was fast, fierce, and accurate, carrying the sharp killing intent unique to a Berserker.

However—

Chen Xiaolin's figure blurred in place.

The blade light slashed through, only hitting the air.

Xia Jin's pupils shrank, and she immediately turned and slashed horizontally.

The blade edge grazed her hem, not even touching a single hair.

"Too slow." Chen Xiaolin's voice sounded in Xia Jin's ear, carrying a hint of a smile.

Xia Jin gritted her teeth, her blade technique changed, turning into an endless web of blades, enveloping Chen Xiaolin.

But Chen Xiaolin was like a slippery fish, weaving through the blade light.

Relying solely on the extraordinary reaction and speed granted by the "Wind-Lightning Body," she easily avoided all attacks.

Xia Jin's blade became faster and faster, and her breathing gradually became rapid.

She found that she couldn't capture Chen Xiaolin's figure at all!

The opponent's movements were faster than the visual limit; often, just as her blade was swung, Chen Xiaolin had already predicted the landing point and dodged in advance.

This feeling of frustration, having power but nowhere to use it, unable to even touch a hem, made irritation gradually arise in Xia Jin's heart.

"Enough!"

Xia Jin shouted in a low voice, suddenly retreated a few steps, held the blade with both hands, and the red light on the blood-colored long blade flared brightly!

A violent aura spread out with her as the center.

"It's Sister Xia Jin's new skill!" A girl exclaimed.

"Blood Storm—!"

Xia Jin danced her long blade wildly, and streaks of blood-colored blade energy swept out like a storm, instantly covering a range of ten meters!

This was an area-of-effect attack, indiscriminately cutting every inch of space within the range!

Xia Jin deliberately controlled the force of the slashes; although the blade energy was sharp, it would not cause fatal injuries.

The Blood Storm raged, and the ground of the training field was carved with countless cracks.

The blade light gradually dissipated.

Chen Xiaolin's figure reappeared.

The moment Xia Jin drew her blade, she had already moved away from the danger zone.

She looked at Xia Jin, her tone still relaxed:

"My turn."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Xiaolin's figure suddenly disappeared.

Only an afterimage remained in place.

Xia Jin's hair stood on end; her combat instinct made her feel a fatal threat!

Without thinking, her blood-colored long blade instinctively blocked behind her!

No, that's not right!

In front of her, Chen Xiaolin's figure flashed past like a ghost.

The real attack came from the side!

A foot wrapped in fine electric arcs lightly tapped Xia Jin's side waist.

"Puff!"

A muffled sound.

Xia Jin only felt a numbness instantly spread through half her body, followed by a violent impact.

Xia Jin fell to the ground.

"Cough, cough..." Xia Jin struggled to get up, but her body was numb and weak, unable to muster any strength.

The blood-colored long blade fell to her side with a "clatter."

The training field was silent.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene.

Xia Jin, one of the earliest and rarest combat classes in the Tribe, a Berserker.

In front of Chen Xiaolin, she couldn't even take a single move and was easily taken down.

And looking at Chen Xiaolin's effortless demeanor, she probably hadn't even used half of her strength.

Chen Xiaolin walked up to Xia Jin and extended her hand: "Are you okay? I pulled my punch, you shouldn't be hurt."

Xia Jin didn't take her hand; she gritted her teeth and stood up, supporting herself on the ground.

She lowered her head, her red hair covering her face, making her expression unreadable.

The Berserker class also caused her hair color to slowly change.

But her hands, clenched into fists, were trembling slightly.

Humiliation.

Unwillingness.

She trained desperately, fought in zombie tides, and finally managed to raise the Berserker's power to its current level.

But facing Chen Xiaolin... this gap was simply despair-inducing.

And Chen Xiaolin, not long ago, was just a common farmer class.

All these changes stemmed from that one time of clan leaders blessing.

Is this world just that unfair?

Xia Jin slowly raised her head and looked at Chen Xiaolin.

The latter was looking at her with concern, her eyes clear, without any hint of showing off or disdain.

She looked again outside the training field at Qi Yun, who was whispering something to Ke Yun.

If... if accepting the "clan leaders blessing" could grant such powerful strength...

Then she...

Xia Jin took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart.

She bent down, picked up the blood-colored long blade from the ground, and silently sheathed it.

"I lost." Her voice was very calm, but beneath that calm were surging waves.

She turned around, said nothing else, and walked straight out of the training field.

Her back view carried a hint of determination.

Chen Xiaolin looked at the direction Xia Jin left, rubbed her chin, and looked thoughtful.

Some hurdles must be overcome alone.

Some choices must be made by oneself.

There are six days left until the third wave of the zombie crisis.

On the other side, Lin Le, seeing Qi Yun, also walked quickly toward Qi Yun.