The Third Part of the Tournament (3)

Michael sliced his wooden sword upward, making a trickle of blood appear on Shi Feng's chin.

Even if the attack had not managed to reach him, Michael did expend a little bit of his mana to outstretch the sword.

In a fight like this, where the stakes were only low on the outside, the two were trying to kill each other.

That became even more apparent when Shi Feng swung his sword to counterattack, only to throw out a single poisonous needle, trying to kill Michael straight up.

He evaded it by simply bringing his sword up to his face and, at the very last moment, tilting it slightly, making the needle fly toward the side.

Coincidentally, it was heading for the overseer, who noticed just a tad bit too late.

"AAAAAH!" The overseer shouted in pain, clutching the arm in which the needle was embedded.

However, Michael was not exactly expecting the sheer strength of the poison that would follow.