Ji Mo Yuan's fight against Zheng Fei

High up in the sky, flying above the capital, an eagle cried out. At the same moment, Zheng Fei jumped back, kicked away the flat of Ji Mo Yuan's blade, brandished his own sword, and lunged. This series of actions was executed fast and smoothly. It was as if the sword was not a weapon, but simply an extension of Zheng Fei. Another part of his body that he could manipulate as easily as his arms and hands.

The glare of the blade caught Ji Mo Yuan's eyes and he only had the time to take a step to the side. The sword sliced the air at the very place Ji Mo Yuan stood just a second ago. The hearts of his guards thumped loudly and they made to rush forward and push him behind them. 

Ji Mo Yuan lifted a hand and stopped them before they could move. "Don't. It is between him and me."

With that said, he raised his sword in front of him and met Zheng Fei's eyes. The look in his eyes was as hard as the weapon in his hands.