Chapter 24: A Blade in the Snow

The icy winds howled through the marketplace, whipping up flurries of snow as Lin Yun and Yu Xian found themselves locked in a life-or-death battle. The masked man loomed over them, his movements fluid yet methodical, exuding an aura of control that sent shivers down Lin Yun's spine.

Lin Yun parried another strike, sparks flying as his sword met the masked man's blade. He gritted his teeth, trying to match the man's overwhelming precision. Beside him, Yu Xian moved like a viper, her blade dancing in sharp, calculated arcs as she fought off two attackers at once.

But their enemies weren't ordinary fighters. These were seasoned warriors—members of a faction with deep ties to the Obsidian Claw Alliance.

"Stay close!" Yu Xian barked, her voice barely audible over the clash of steel.

"I'm trying!" Lin Yun snapped, narrowly dodging a sweeping strike. His breath came in sharp gasps, the cold air biting at his lungs.

The masked man suddenly lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with a speed that left Lin Yun barely enough time to block. The impact sent a jolt through his arms, and he stumbled back, his boots slipping on the icy ground.

"You're out of your depth," the man said, his voice cold and disdainful. "You don't belong here."

Lin Yun clenched his teeth. He didn't need to belong. He just needed to win.

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The battle pressed on, and it quickly became clear that brute force wouldn't be enough. Lin Yun's enemies were too skilled, too coordinated. He needed to think.

"Yu Xian!" he called out, deflecting another strike. "We need to separate them!"

Yu Xian glanced at him, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I'll handle it. You focus on the leader."

Before Lin Yun could protest, Yu Xian unleashed a devastating flurry of strikes, forcing the group to scatter. She darted between them, her movements so swift and precise that she seemed to be in multiple places at once.

Meanwhile, Lin Yun turned his attention back to the masked man. The two circled each other, their blades gleaming in the pale light.

"You're clever," the masked man said, a faint note of amusement in his voice. "But cleverness won't save you."

Lin Yun didn't respond. He couldn't afford to waste energy on words. Instead, he focused on the man's movements, searching for an opening.

He didn't have to wait long. The man lunged again, his blade flashing toward Lin Yun's chest. But this time, Lin Yun was ready. He sidestepped at the last moment, pivoting to bring his sword down in a counterstrike.

The blade met its mark, slicing through the man's robes and leaving a shallow wound across his side.

The man hissed in pain, his composure slipping for just a moment.

"You'll regret that," he growled, his voice dripping with venom.

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The masked man's attacks grew more aggressive, but Lin Yun used the man's anger against him. He dodged and weaved, baiting the man into overextending and striking back whenever he could.

But Lin Yun knew he couldn't keep this up forever. His arms were growing heavy, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The cold was sapping his strength, and the weight of the battle was beginning to take its toll.

Yu Xian, meanwhile, was holding her own against the other fighters. Her strikes were relentless, each one aimed with precision and intent. But even she couldn't keep them at bay forever.

"Lin Yun!" she called out, her voice urgent. "Finish it!"

Lin Yun gritted his teeth. He needed to end this.

He shifted his grip on his sword, channeling every ounce of focus he had left. The masked man lunged again, his blade arcing toward Lin Yun's throat.

But this time, Lin Yun didn't dodge. Instead, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

The man's eyes widened in surprise, but it was too late. Lin Yun's blade found its mark, driving deep into the man's chest.

The masked man staggered, his sword falling from his grasp. He looked down at the blade protruding from his chest, his expression one of disbelief.

"How…" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "How did a mere child…"

Lin Yun didn't answer. He pulled his blade free, letting the man collapse to the ground.

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The other fighters hesitated, their confidence shaken by the fall of their leader. Yu Xian seized the moment, unleashing a final, devastating strike that sent them scattering.

As the dust settled, Lin Yun dropped to one knee, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His hands trembled, the weight of the battle finally catching up to him.

Yu Xian approached him, her expression a mix of relief and concern. "Are you all right?"

"I'll live," Lin Yun said, his voice hoarse.

Yu Xian nodded, then turned her attention to the masked man's body. She knelt down, searching through his robes until she found what they had been looking for—a small, intricately carved shard of crystal.

The shard pulsed with a faint, otherworldly light, its surface etched with strange symbols.

"This is it," Yu Xian said, holding it up for Lin Yun to see. "The first shard."

Lin Yun stared at it, a sense of awe washing over him. This tiny fragment held the power to change the world—and it was now in their hands.

But as he looked at the shard, he couldn't shake the feeling that their journey was only just beginning.

"We've got a long road ahead of us," Yu Xian said, slipping the shard into her pouch.

Lin Yun nodded. "Let's get moving."

They left the frozen valley behind, the weight of their mission pressing down on them.