Wu Jian was only dealing with two more men while Hou Jingshu had managed to kill one and was now fending off two more. She ducked, wove, and dodged a hail of swinging weapons. Blood ran down her cheek where she had been struck. The cut was fairly deep and he hoped it wouldn’t leave a scar, but she didn’t even seem to notice as she continued defending herself.
I need to end this now. Who knows how much longer Meiying can keep those three occupied.
The next man came in, swinging his weapon. He used a dagger similar to the one in Wu Jian’s hand, but he only had one, and his swing looked so slow. Wu Jian raised the dagger in his right hand to block, then flicked his wrist. A loud clang echoed out and sparks flew as he deflected the attack. With the man knocked off balance, Wu Jian was free t
