Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shi Feiyang flicked his wrist, and the Myanmar Saber in his hand swung with the momentum. His arm, like a nimble snake, struck out with a strange yet lethal angle and speed, accompanied by a fierce blade aura.
The blade aura seemed almost tangible, drawing a dazzling light across the air. Wang Jianxin couldn't dodge in time, and a bone-deep wound instantly appeared on his arm. Blood gushed out like a fountain, creating a stream of blood in the air.
He screamed and retreated repeatedly, the flesh on his face twisting in agony, like a wounded beast. He clutched the wound with his other hand, trying to stop the bleeding, his eyes filled with shock and anger, as if he couldn't believe he would be defeated by Shi Feiyang.
