Ying Rui taunted, "Without your Poison Skill, are you too scared to even make a move?"
He wasted no more time, surging forward and thrusting his Long Sword straight at Yang Mo's chest.
Yang Mo frantically dodged, deflecting the blow with the flat of his blade.
His form was textbook perfect.
The result of his long years of arduous training.
But before he could react, Ying Rui twisted his body, rapidly changing his attack and bringing his Long Sword down in a heavy slash.
Yang Mo scrambled to change his stance and block, but his hands were shaking so violently that he failed to absorb the full force of the blow.
CLANG!
The two swords clashed.
Ying Rui instantly spotted the opening. He slid his blade down along Yang Mo's and sliced at his wrist.
Yang Mo shuddered, his grip faltered, and he sent his sword flying.
CLATTER... CLANG...
The Long Sword skittered far across the floor.
