What was more, Mao Chuchu had suddenly changed her move after I corrected her and she made another mistake, and was about to stab me. If that wasn't an opening in Fox Zhao's eyes, then what was?!
The corners of Fox Zhao's mouth curled into a smile. Then she thrust her long sword toward my face, while I put on an appearance of hurriedly shrinking back. This only allowed Fox Zhao to drive straight in!
Bang!
With a clang of metal striking metal, the sword stabbed into something metallic in an instant, leaving Fox Zhao utterly stunned. She instinctively hurried to withdraw her sword, but it was clearly too late. When I retreated, Mao Chuchu gave me a tug and a pull, sending herself past me in one motion, and her sword went straight into Fox Zhao's shoulder!
Sss! Sword Qi entered her body. Fox Zhao let out a muffled grunt, then pressed a hand to her shoulder and retreated. At the same time, I plopped down on the ground with a bewildered look on my face. Yet I was completely unharmed.
Mao Chuchu looked at the tip of the sword that had struck her master, then turned to me. Suddenly, she jumped up and cried out happily, "We won! We won! We won!"
I shook my hand as though it had gone numb, then glanced at the spot where the sword hilt was before withdrawing my sword. In truth, I was also signaling that Fox Zhao's sword just now had not struck my face or neck, but had hit the sword hilt nearest to Fox Zhao's blade when I instinctively raised my hand to protect my face!
To outsiders, it looked as though the sword had happened to pass between my fingers and strike the hilt, bouncing back. At