Without saying a word, Ibaraki Kafan got up from the ground and greeted the imposing Ibuki Suika.

The ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, and the twisted void seemed to devour people's souls. The scenery in front of her was completely different from what she had seen before she fell, she could feel that the direction of gravity was deflecting, the air was becoming thinner, the light around her was being sucked away by the cracks in space, and everything was accelerating into chaos and darkness. Those familiar scenes were now shattered by a punch, and their fragments were reversed, swirled, and tumbled like a kaleidoscope, making Hua Fan dizzy for a while.

What was once Gensokyo is now more like a shattered dream.

Thankfully, the chaos didn't last long. Before Chaos could take over the plane once and for all, another force entered to confront it and stabilized the situation for a short time. Hua Fan saw that the space debris had stopped spinning and quickly returned to its original position. The crack remained, though, and everything in front of me looked like a torn photograph, artificially put back together and taped with clear tape—it wasn't really restored, but at least it didn't continue to crumble.

She knew who this power came from, and no one could control the current situation, let alone reverse it, except for a certain aunt who called herself a "sage".

"You're making trouble, but do you know ......?"

Yakumo Zi, who disappeared for a moment, opened a gap around Cuixiang at this moment, and poked out half of her body from it, her flower face was sad, her brows frowned slightly, and she said with distress:

"The one who helped you clean up this mess, but me!"

"What's wrong with that?" said in a natural tone, "My job is to destroy, your job is to clean up the mess, let's do our own thing, what's wrong?"

"A good 'each according to his duties' ......"

Yakumo Zi smiled bitterly and sighed lightly.

No temper, she's really no temper. If it were someone else, she would have been angry, but Cui Xiang would have smashed her hometown into eight pieces, and she might not be able to get angry, only a sigh. Probably, it's because she's used to it, right?

That's right, she's used to having such a troublemaker, every once in a while to make a big fuss, forcibly pull her out of the warm bed, and then "do their job" again. Unlike humans, youkai are few, and they don't even change over time, like Yakumo Murasaki, a habit she hasn't forgotten even after more than a thousand years.

Now, she has a chance to pick up her old habits again. Her mood at this time was very complicated, on the one hand, she was sincerely happy from the bottom of her heart, and on the other hand, she didn't want to be so happy, at least, she didn't want to express this emotion.

The reunion of lost friends is awkward, even Yakumo Purple has an unknown "girl" side.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept across his cheeks, and Yakumo Zi turned his head to look, and saw the Ibaraki Hua fan with his fist raised and aggressively attacking Suika. Looking at the fierce light in Hua Fan's eyes, Zi reacted, "Yes, this should be a battle."

When reuniting with lost friends, of course, you have to have a fight first, and then go to reminisce and brag in detail.

Hua Fan stepped over the cracked earth inch by inch, and punched Cuixiang's nose bone with a heavy blow. There is no fear of the ghost king, and there is no hesitation to the old friend's fists and feet, this punch, Hua Fan only expressed one meaning:

"I'm going to knock you over!"

Whether it's her fists, or her will, it's rock solid.

"Bang!"

Suika gritted her teeth and pressed her fist against it, so the two fists collided and there was a muffled sound. A visible shock wave broke through the barrier of the air and spread like a tidal wave, finally turning into a gust of wind, stirring up a bamboo leaf to fly, and blowing Yakumo Purple in the vicinity narrowed his eyes.

"Click!"

When the wind passed, and the two were still fist-to-fist, it was just when they could not hold each other that a sudden crisp sound announced the birth of the winner.

Ibaraki slammed her face, retracted, and let go of her fist: the four fingers on the top had been visibly deformed by the broken phalanges. Cuixiang on the other end also lowered her arm at this time, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

This is a natural result, and it was clear from the beginning that there was no one who could outperform Ibuki Suika in strength.

She looked at her left hand, which had four fingers folded, and closed her eyes with regret, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with fighting spirit burning like flames. The severed finger is closed, it becomes a fist, Hua fanned her, and she had to fight again.

It's not about winning or losing, it's not about honor and profit, it's not even about saving Gensokyo. Hua Fan had never thought so deeply, she didn't even need to think about it, her fists would naturally lead her to the answer.

There's only one thing she needs to do, and that's punching, just punching.

Hua Fan pounced again, fist to fist, long leg to short leg, and the two began a fierce, stormy fight with each other. The muffled sound of fists hitting flesh was like a machine gun that burned the barrel red, and it never stopped. One punch and one kick, you come and go, the afterimage of the previous move has not dispersed, and the next move has been hit, and the Yakumo purple on the side is dazzling and dizzying.

This is the battle between ghosts, there is no defense, no dodging, no dodging, no retreat, you give me a punch, I use my body to catch it, and then in turn you punch you harder, and so on, it seems that there is no end. They left one scar after another on each other's bodies as horribly strong as war machines, new wounds were added with each passing second, and old wounds healed and disappeared with each passing second. The more you stand, the more you hurt, the more courageous.

It's not a master's move at all, and there's no technical content at all, it's pure violence, pure mutual harm.

Because only by hurting each other can we understand each other.

Zi still remembers the story of these two: two ghosts who were once brothers and sisters were determined to unify the country and shock the Quartet, but then they parted ways. The prodigal son and the immortals, the end of the world are separated, and if they don't see each other again, it will be a thousand years in a flash.

Now, they meet again, under this red moon, in this bamboo forest, in this time of crisis. What should they say? What do they need to say in order to untie the knot that has been locked for thousands of years, and to vent the mountains of emotions?

Can't unravel, can't express, have nothing to say. The only way they could communicate was the clashing fists, the pain that shook the soul, and the blood that spurted out.

For power is better than all words.

"Smack!"

Another ferocious, near-fatal collision, with both sides taking the counterforce and each taking a step back. A few drops of blood splattered on the ground between the two, and soon seeped down and were never seen again.

"Come on, come again!"

Cuixiang wiped away the blood that flowed from her nostrils and yelled:

"Don't tell me you can't move!"

"Phew!"

Hua Fan took a mouthful of bloody saliva, spit on the ground, stepped on it again, and rushed forward with his fist.

"Oops...... Oops, oops, oops, ......"

The scene behind was so bloody that even Yakumo Murasaki, who was used to seeing red, couldn't help frowning and turning her face, not wanting to take another look...... Or rather, I really don't have any eyes to look at it anymore.

"Looks like I'd better come back later......"

She muttered alone, slowly shrinking back into the gap between the spaces.

"As she said, my job is to 'clean up the mess', so let's wait for a 'mess' first!"

When the gap was completely closed and disappeared, the two ghosts were fighting fiercely. I don't know if it's the moonlight or their blood, which dyed this emerald bamboo forest red.