Seeing Li Feng's dagger stab toward his chest, Monk Yuan Wu's heart turned to ashes. He knew that if he did not pull back his wooden staff now, he would have no way to block it. Yet Li Feng's right hand still held the spear, whose tip was still pinned by his staff. If he withdrew the staff, he would still end up pierced by the spearhead.
So Monk Yuan Wu hardened his heart. One hand held up the wooden staff while the other pulled free. He leaned forward into Li Feng's attack and reached barehanded for Li Feng's dagger.
Li Feng's thrust had been incredibly swift, and he had never expected Yuan Wu to act so recklessly. He froze for a moment. In that instant of hesitation, Yuan Wu grabbed the dagger. At once, its sharp blade sliced open Yuan Wu's palm, and blood dripped down the dagger!
"Ah!" Though the monks of Great Forest Temple were composed, they all cried out in alarm. Even Abbot Changsheng, watching from afar, was stunned. "Amitabha. Too much anger—improper, improper!"
"Haha! You old monk, this brave monk is shedding blood for Great Forest Temple's honor, yet that is how you comment? This Heavenly King rather likes him. If you do not want him, send him to our Heavenly Dragon Sect!" Garuda roared with laughter.
"Great Forest Temple's honor cannot be decided by a single sword debate. Even if we lose, so what?" Elder Changsheng said, shaking his head.
Alliance Leader Zhang's face had turned livid. Yuan Wu was merely a junior disciple of Great Forest Temple, yet he possessed such solid martial skill and could actually fight one of the outstanding disciples Zhang had selected to a draw in so short a time! This was something he had never anticipated.
Just then,