Zhou Xie'e, Part II

“Zhe Fēnglì, I need you up front. Stall for time. Ten seconds is enough,” Wu Meiying said.

“Something tells me even ten seconds is asking for a lot, but I’ll do what I can.”

Zhe Fēnglì slid his feet across the ground, bent his knees, placed a hand on his sword, then vanished. A loud clashing sound echoed around the bridge as he reappeared again. He had already swung his sword, but it had been blocked by Zhou Xie’e who, like always, merely used his hand to defend himself. The attack was powerful enough that he was pushed back. However, that was all Zhe Fēnglì’s attack amounted to.

“You’re quite strong. I hear you’re something of a prodigy as well.” Zhou Xie’e smiled. “Let’s see which among us is the better prodigy.”