Frankly, Han Liuyue wasn't omniscient, so she couldn't be a hundred percent sure before she swung.
There was, after all, a small chance she might kill the real Jin Xueli with that swing.
However, Han Liuyue only needed to land the first blow to know for sure who she was hitting.
If the skull cracked like a watermelon and something red oozed out, that would be Jin Xueli.
If it felt elastic to the chop, resilient and satisfyingly yielding, and sank into the mud along with the axe, that would be the Vulture.
And the reason she was so familiar with the sensation of hitting the Vulture was, of course, that she had indeed hit the Vulture.
It even reminded her of a candy she once ate. It had a thin, hard outer shell that, once cracked, revealed a chewy, soft center—'The feeling is exactly the same.'
"Huh? This is pretty cool. It's surprisingly fun to hit!"
