Murim Recurve Chapter 80
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Burfuna Ki'Sha flew in the air, unleashing two palm projections of Water Qi upon nearing the Blinded Ghost. The Blinded Ghost didn't seem to have minded her attack. Rather, a pair of eyes shot open on its back, glaring at Ki'Sha.
Time seemed to have slowed down as Ki'Sha saw her two palm projections fly towards the Blinded Ghost, splashing the raindrops along the way as they drew closer and closer to the enemy. But, just before they were about to crash into it, a pair of eyes on it shot open, glaring her way.
Her eyes widened in shock as her palm projections curved in the air, diverging around the blinded Ghost. The one on the right missed it, moved a short distance before pausing, for it had reached the range of its maximum movement. After staying in the place for a breath in time, it dissipated.
The palm projection on the left moved further left and slammed into the restaurant's wall, splashing out as Water Qi. A portion of it splashed on the vestiges of Ghost Qi the Blinded Ghost had left behind. It had fully entered the building now.
"What the heck was that?" Burfuna Ki'Sha expressed her disbelief as her body fell to the ground. The tail extending from her hips—made from Water Qi—curled itself a little, acting as springs as she landed on the road. They absorbed the shock from her fall, storing the momentum in them as she sprang forth into the restaurant's entrance, planning to rush towards the Blinded Ghost before her Pranic Art collapsed.
Re'Kha watched her whip lash out at blinding speeds towards the Blinded Ghost whose face peered through the walls first. The Blinded Ghost raised its hand, defending against the whiplash as it used its singular eye to gaze at Re'Kha.
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Its hands turned into a whip, coiling around her whip as both damaged the Elemental Qi in each other. But this way, Re'Kha was unable to pull her whip out. 'I don't have a choice but to risk it.'
She couldn't let go of her hold over the whip, for that would deactivate it. And, her storage ring was worn on her left hand's ring finger, which was her sole free hand now. If she tried to pull out another Magic Artifact from her ring, it would give the Blinded Ghost more than enough time to rip the whip from her hold.
So instead, she took a gamble, despite knowing full well the Blinded Ghost's ability. Her left hand shone with a blue radiance as she shot forth a palm projection, watching a pair of eyes in the centre of its face open.
Her right hand shot towards her ring, wishing to pull out the needle Magic Artifact when her movements stopped. Re'Kha stared at her figure: a lady covered from head to toe in the typical Re Clan's clothes. Her eyes were covered by a ribbon while her head was covered by a hood; her face was only displayed from below the eyes which looked deathly pale now.
There existed scratches all over her arms that weren't covered by clothes. She looked slightly malnourished, thinner than in her memories. Her exhales were apparent as a white mist while the expression displayed on her face was one of rage.
Re'Kha saw her own figure in startling clarity. It was as if she had eyes now. Moreover, the surroundings—that were lit by lanterns—looked bright, as if it was the middle of the day. She saw a palm projection fly towards her from the left hand of Re'Kha, about to hit her face.
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An instinctual response of her was to prevent the palm projection from slamming onto her, 'Why is my attack heading towards me?'
She had such a thought when the palm projection stopped before her, pausing for a moment before it turned around. It then flew towards Re'Kha, aiming at her chest. Re'Kha felt a disjoint in her perception as she pulled the handle of the whip closer to her, feeling something slam into it. The force sent her flying back, landing on the floor as she slid a fair distance away.
Her right hand was numb, while the whip was no longer held by it. Her vision was dark as she hurriedly activated her Wind Qi perception, noticing the Blinded Ghost hover before her, "Your eyes…most beautiful."
It then ignored her and slowly flew towards the other ghost. Re'Kha noticed her whip strewn about in the corner as she hurriedly crawled towards it and grabbed hold of it, activating the Magic Artifact as her heart thumped. "W-What was that?"
She saw the Blinded Ghost flying away; unwilling to watch it escape, she took a step forward, intending to chase it when she lost strength in her legs, panting as she collapsed. She heard the sounds of something heavy moving through the flight of stairs.
As it was drawing closer, Re'Kha curled the whip and placed it back within the storage ring, panting as she struggled to get up. 'At that moment, what happened? Did it control my Pranic Art and hit me with it? How is that possible? It never showed such an ability before.'
Re'Kha felt weak, unable to even get up, watching the ghost scream in fear as it saw the Blinded Ghost's approach. It dissolved into black smoke and gushed into the taps to escape.
Seeing it escape, the Blinded Ghost paused, taking a glance at Re'Kha as it vanished from the spot. Re'Kha extended her Wind Qi perception through the pipes, following the retreating Fear Qi. She knew the Blinded Ghost was an advanced Sha that was capable of disappearing into its shell from anywhere, so it couldn't be tracked.
But the other ghost wasn't like that. So, it was heading towards its shell by dissolving its body into the black smoke and using the pipelines as a medium to move while avoiding the rain. Re'Kha intended to follow it towards its source.
Followed by a banging sound, a heavy figure landed on the floor. It was Burfuna Ki'Sha, having created another serpentine tail using her Water Qi. The moment she arrived, she saw the Blinded Ghost disappear from view. She swerved her head and saw Re'Kha, rushing to her rescue, "Lady Re'Luk!
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