The narrow, shadow-draped passage reeked of spilled blood and the coppery tang of fear. The brief, brutal silence following Liu Meng's severed arm and Junior Brother Fei's disabling was shattered by Meifang's enraged roar.
"You treacherous whelps! You'll die for this!" Senior Sister Meifang, her scarred face contorted in a mask of fury, lunged at Wang Jian. Her eighth-stage Qi Condensation power surged, her longsword whistling through the air, aimed to cleave him in two.
Wang Jian met her charge, his Night Fang a dark blur. CLANG! Sparks flew as their blades met, the impact sending a jarring shock up his arm. Meifang's raw Qi was undeniably superior.
'She's strong. Pure power advantage. Can't meet her head-on repeatedly.'
He didn't try. Instead of a direct block, he angled his blade, deflecting the force of her blow, using her momentum to spin himself slightly to the side. This created a momentary opening as Meifang overextended.
