In the blink of an eye, three of the guards were already lying on the ground, and the remaining few glanced at each other, then at the guards standing off to the side, gritted their teeth and charged up again.

Since these squad members didn't know what was good for them, Ba Lv saw no reason to hold back anymore.

Cold light flashed; two short blades appeared in her hands.

The ones who'd just been about to rush in and surround her froze on the spot.

They'd just watched this Shaowen from the Extraterrestrial Planet drop several of their comrades bare‑handed in a single exchange. Now that she'd brought out weapons, they were even less of a match.

Seeing those guards draw back their hands and shrink away, He couldn't help but fly into a rage. These useless pieces of trash—when you tell them to bully civilians, they all rush forward fighting to be first.

Now that they were facing a girl who knew a bit of martial arts, they were scared.

He secretly made up his mind that once this was over, he'd give these men a proper round of training, really make them suffer for a while; otherwise, looking this spineless, they were a disgrace to the guards' prestige.

"Stand down!" He barked the order at his subordinates. Just looking at these cowards made his temper flare; his men didn't even have the appearance of real men.

The guards were overjoyed to hear his words, scrambling back to the side in a hurry, afraid their commander would change his mind.

He wore a cold smile as he slowly walked to a spot not far from Ba Lv, and began to strip off his uniform.

Ba Lv could hardly believe this guard had such guts; from the way he moved, it looked like he wanted to challenge her one‑on‑one.

This time Ba Lvluo had indeed guessed right.

He came from Erma Planet's highest guard academy—the Royal Guard Academy, the top institution on Erma Planet.

Back in school he'd been a star student; in shooting, close combat, everything—he was basically always first. That had made him arrogant, looking down on his colleagues was one thing, but he was also convinced that at least on Erma Planet, there was no one who could beat him.

While he'd been at the academy, all the other cadets already knew his name. During training, everyone avoided clashing with him head‑on. That left him with all these skills and nowhere to use them, and it frustrated him to no end.

He'd finally graduated from the academy and been assigned to this guard building. At first, a few of the bigger, stronger colleagues still challenged him during drills, but gradually, they stopped sparring with him.

They'd all learned how formidable he was.

In short, now that a decent‑looking opponent had suddenly appeared in front of him—even if that opponent was a girl from an Extraterrestrial Planet—he suddenly felt the urge to conquer her.

This girl was actually quite eye‑catching; he felt like leaving a deep impression on her, making sure she'd remember him forever.

As he thought this, a trace of cold gleam flickered in his eyes.

At the back of his waist, tucked into his belt, were two daggers as well.

Those daggers had been custom‑made for him by an expert.

The dagger blades were narrow and very sharp, with one side serrated. If those serrations cut you, the wound would be difficult to heal. If they carved a deeper gash, the scar would never fade for the rest of your life.

Looking at the Extraterrestrial Planet girl in front of him, with that exquisite, flawless face, he felt an urge to leave a mark on it—a mark that belonged to him alone, a unique signature.

Of course, using his daggers.

He let out a gloomy laugh, picturing in his mind how interesting the girl's eyes and expression would become when he started carving patterns into that pretty face.

Ba Lv's expression grew serious as well; she sensed something wrong about the opponent before her.

As an assassin, her sharp instincts told her this man was not normal.

And dealing with someone abnormal was far more dangerous than dealing with ordinary people. Sometimes you couldn't even guess what they were thinking, so you couldn't predict what they would do. In other words, you had almost no set plan for an opponent like this; you could only rely on your raw instincts to handle him.

Ba Lv calmed herself, carefully watching every movement of the opponent in front of her.

He was very satisfied to see his opponent finally getting serious. This little girl had some eye for things after all; she now understood how powerful he was.

On top of that, the guards surrounding them made him even more pleased. He saw them standing off to the side, holding their breath, not daring to make a sound. In their eyes he saw admiration—at least, that was how it looked to him.

He decided that in the fight to come, he would unleash his full strength and leave both his opponent and his colleagues with an impression they would never forget.

He secretly prayed that his opponent would be strong enough to withstand his attacks. Back when she'd been stationed at the local guard building, Ba Lv had run into a relatively tough opponent. That opponent had graduated from Erma Planet's top guard school—a star student famed for marksmanship and close combat.

Whether at the academy or after graduation here in this guard building, that model student had never met anyone he considered a worthy opponent. It gave him, unavoidably, a sense of "lonely at the top."

Sometimes he couldn't help feeling that the world was so big, yet there wasn't a single proper opponent—what a cold and dreary kind of loneliness.

Today, this Extraterrestrial Planet girl who'd broken into the guard building suddenly fanned that long‑dim ember in his heart into roaring flame.

Seeing the girl in front of him take down several guards with clean, crisp movements, he felt his eyes light up.

This opponent might be a girl, but when she fought his subordinates, every move and strike showed that she was an extremely capable fighter.

At the very least, she was stronger than any opponent he'd met so far.

That made him itch to fight.

He couldn't help but silently thank his god, thank his god for bestowing such an opponent upon him.

How long had it been? He silently tallied it in his mind—how long had it been since he'd last fought a proper opponent?

To commemorate this day, to commemorate this hard‑won opponent, he made a firm decision in his heart: he would make sure the people of Zhou Tian, and his opponent, remembered this day forever.

Especially his opponent. Staring at the pretty girl before him, the left corner of his mouth curled slightly, a cold smile appearing on his face. At this moment, he was calculating in his heart what kind of pattern he should use his dagger to carve into this girl's bright, delicate features.

Seeing the girl's solemn expression, he began to gather his mind. The most important thing now was to defeat her. As for what kind of impression he'd leave on her—everything would have to wait until after he'd beaten her.