Wu Jian vs Zhou Lihua, Part II

Wu Jian could feel his body growing tired. He was covered in bruises, was pretty sure at least one of his ribs was cracked, and his left arm was definitely broken. He had been forced to block one of her kicks with it and suffered dearly. Now he was cradling the arm to his chest as he backed off, until he was standing close to the edge.

“I saw what you did when you fought that girl. I hope you don’t think I’ll fall for the same trick she did,” Zhou Lihua said.

“I’d never expect the same trick to work on you,” Wu Jian countered.

“That’s good, but now you’ve backed yourself into a corner.”

Wu Jian shrugged as Zhou Lihua darted forward and extended her leg for a kick. Her attack was so fast the air wooshed around her leg. Wu Jian gritted his teeth, then extended his broken arm and allowed it to receive the hit. He winced at the sound of bones crunching, but he suppressed the pain, redirected her arm like he had seen Wu Meiying do countless times, and lunged forward.