Fung Yu-Sau felt a chill on his arm, followed by a slight sting, but it did not affect his fighting.
When people fought for their lives, their bodies secreted adrenaline, dulling the pain. When excited or angry, they might not feel pain at all.
That was how Fung Yu-Sau felt now, his entire attention focused on his opponent.
Since coming from Foshan to Hong Kong Island, this was the first time he had encountered an expert like this.
Though GS was rumored to be highly skilled too, he had never had a chance to fight him.
After all, he and Shen Xue had relied on GS ever since arriving on Hong Kong Island. GS had spent two or three hundred thousand on them, and Shen Xue's treatment in particular had all been arranged through his people.
He had always felt he owed GS too much, making challenging him even more out of the question.
Now he had finally encountered an opponent on his level, someone even a shade better than him with weapons.
"Excellent kung fu!" Fung Yu-Sau exclaimed. As soon as the words left his mouth, he pushed off and shot forward, bringing his saber down like a fierce tiger. Hong Ye half-turned, slid his sword along the saber to deflect it, then slashed back.
But Fung Yu-Sau suddenly drew in his body and saber, curling up as small as a child. The sword swept straight over his head.
Then he unfolded, slashing upward with a reverse grip.
Hong Ye was startled. He had not anticipated that sudden contraction at all and hurriedly retreated. The clothing over his chest and abdomen split open, and a line of blood appeared over the pit of his stomach.
He had come within a hair of being disemboweled.
The onlookers fell silent. Before,