Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

"The game is over…" Hou Liang was looking at Nan Hua and Feng Ao Si. For some reasons, he started to feel pity towards the young boy who was sprawling on the ground. To be defeated by a young girl four years younger than him who didn't look strong at all… he might be doubting his life now.

"That's so fast?" Feng Ao Kuai was in disbelief. He was staring at Nan Hua and felt that it was so unbelievable.

"Hua'er is the best!" Nan Luo rushed over to Nan Hua and then to their grandfather, who was watching at the field. He noticed that their grandfather was also looking in their direction with a weird expression.

"Grandpa!"

"You did good. However, I expected something a bit different." Old Master Nan turned to look at Nan Hua. "Hua'er, have you ever thought of employing a two versus two battles where you cooperate with each other?"

Nan Hua then turned to look at Old Master Nan and nodded. "It's possible but harder. In this place, we can run and if I have to limit my speed, it'll be slower."

Old Master Nan's lips twitched. Right, Nan Hua's speed was much higher compared to Nan Luo. Asking her to limit her speed would be not making use of her advantage. He sighed. "What if you can only fight in a small area and have to snatch the flag?"

Nan Hua blinked her eyes. "Can I kick them out while grabbing the flag?"

"If they refuse to let go of the flag?"

"Cut his arms?"

Feng Ao Si, who was helped by Hou Liang, now shuddered when he was looking at Nan Hua. He looked at his hands and then hid them behind his back, too afraid to show it out. He feared that Nan Hua would really do it to him.

Old Master Nan felt that his little granddaughter was really something. "How about if you have no sharp objects?"

"Do you really need sharp objects to kill someone?" Nan Hua turned to look at Old Master Nan with confusion. As an assassin, she had been taught to train her entire body to become a weapon. It was precisely because there might be time when she could not carry weapons around or have her weapons taken away.

At that time, she could only use her body and knowledge to escape.

Every single part of her body could become a weapon as long as one knew how to use it properly.

Looking at Nan Hua, Old Master Nan knew very well that Nan Hua could possibly kill someone barehanded. While she was still training to increase her strength, speed, and conditioning her body, it was no exaggeration to say that she was already a qualified assassin just based on her ability.

And her mentality….

Old Master Nan began to wonder whether he should chop his son up because that d*mn son make his granddaughter grow up this way.

But he can't.

Feng Ao Kuai turned to look at Nan Hua. "In that case, is it possible to subdue this muscle brain without using the bamboos?"

Nan Hua nodded. She showed the pebbles she was holding in her hand. "If you can strike on his blood point nerve at his legs, he'll be paralyzed. Or if you can cut the tendon* at his legs, he wouldn't be able to do martial arts properly in his entire life anymore."

At this moment, Feng Ao Si truly began to doubt life.

He also wondered how could someone as scary as Nan Hua could be his little cousin. Thinking about the time he asked for a spar against Nan Hua, he began to wonder whether he would be able to get out safely or not after having a spar.

Feng Ao Kuai nodded. "In that case, how about…."

"Then…"

"But if…"

"You should…"

Seeing the two of them had entered fierce discussion, where Feng Ao Kuai was giving suggestion and Nan Hua eliminating the possibilities or gave other suggestion, the others were dumbfounded.

Were the two of them truly only 9 years old and 10 years old respectively?

Old Master Nan looked at the two of them then at Feng Ao Si, who had pale face. He shook his head and felt that comparison was really hurt. It was a given that everyone has different talent and ability. After all, everyone has a different purpose in their life.

Expecting Feng Ao Si to be able to be like Nan Hua or Feng Ao Kuai would be the same as asking the sun to rise from the west tomorrow.

Old Master Nan then turned to look at Nan Luo, who was in deep thought. While Nan Luo couldn't follow all of the conversation between Feng Ao Kuai and Nan Hua, he still understood more of them than Feng Ao Si, who was mostly terrified and couldn't think properly.

Their gap in intelligence had begun to show here.

After some time, Feng Ao Kuai nodded. "I gain a lot. Thank you very much, Hua'er."

"It's nothing." Nan Hua didn't really mind sharing some of her knowledge to Feng Ao Kuai. Besides, she hadn't included any information that couldn't be said such as gunpowder, bombs, and many others.

Speaking of which, she could actually make gunpowder if she had the materials…

Better not.

It would change the course of the battles too greatly and possibly change the entire course of history. Also, the damage would be too big if she were to invent the gunpowder in this era. Not to mention, it would take a long of time for her to find some items that was not commonly used here.

"Now that you have finished talking, shall we continue?" Nan Luo turned to look at Feng Ao Si with a grin. Now, he had more confidence to defeat Feng Ao Si as long as he paid attention to the methods that was necessary to defeat him.

Feng Ao Si's lips twitched. "Grandpa…"

"Let's try once more."

"No…"