Song Yun wanted to press the Seven Kills deeper, to widen Bian Yan's wound, or even slice off his entire arm.
A strong gust of wind flashed by from behind, causing Song Yun to quickly leap out of the combat circle.
He narrowly avoided Fen Ya's slash from behind. At some unknown point, Fen Ya had also started using his own weapon, a long and narrow dagger.
Bian Yan clutched his arm in shock; he hadn't expected Song Yun to be this fast. The first move had already made him bleed, even when he was fully defending against Fen Ya's attack from behind.
Could this bastard have been hiding his strength and playing the fool all along?
Blood quickly seeped through his fingers, staining both hands before dripping down in drops. The pain only then set in, and the wound felt cold.
