*Schwing Schwing*
An energised black chi slash flew at breakneck speed across the arena, and Yang Rong barely managed to duck. Yang Hui, on the other hand, had been too injured to move about much. His head fell to the ground and rolled down the broken garden pavement, with a look of shock edged onto his face. His body slowly fell to the ground, and blood from his neck stained the garden soil and brick path.
Meanwhile, the surviving brother placed his arms upwards in a blocking position while ensuring there was sufficient chi to break any follow up attack. However, the force of the next slash was so intense that it broke his chi barrier, causing him to be knocked back.
He was thankful that the impact allowed him to break out from the slash… until he found a sword pointing at his right eyeball. An inch? No, it was even closer. Probably less than a centimetre away. He felt that even blinking could cause him to lose his eyelid, forcing him to hold that involuntary movement.
