Pei Ling raised the stone in his hand and brought it down on the soft sword.
Clang!
The sword flashed like lightning, striking the stone in an instant.
It was an ordinary rock, but a full inch thick. As iron clashed against stone, several sparks flew at the clang.
Pei Ling felt a violent jolt in the web of his thumb, but the blow stopped the sword's momentum, too.
He took the chance to surge forward and drove a fist toward Cen Fangwo's abdomen.
Cen Fangwo moved with the grace of a willow in spring. She twisted her slender waist, swaying like a flower branch tossed by the wind, and deftly evaded his punch. At the same time, her soft sword suddenly went slack, drooping like silk. It slipped around the stone in Pei Ling's hand, then snapped upright the instant he threw his punch, like a venomous snake bursting from its hole. The blade slashed across his left shoulder.
Pfft!
Pei Ling felt a chill across his left shoulder, then blood began to seep out.
He hurriedly retreated, but Cen Fangwo kicked him in the ribs.
Thud!
Pei Ling staggered back more than a dozen steps, leaving footprints deep enough to nearly swallow his ankles. As soon as he steadied himself, he warily fixed his gaze on Cen Fangwo.
Her colorful robes fluttered as she stood in place, breathing lightly instead of pressing the attack. That flurry of moves had clearly taken a toll on her stamina.
Just then, the konghou's music changed, turning abruptly vigorous and rousing.
Cen Fangwo's condition quickly recovered. She raised her sword and stabbed toward Pei Ling again.
Seeing this, Pei Ling frowned. That konghou was trouble!
Cen Fangwo had a soft sword in hand, and the konghou was backing her up. Without his