Wu Jian breathed deeply through his nose and out his mouth as he blocked a punch from Wu Meiying, crossing his arms out of instinct. The sound of her fist hitting him echoed around them. He gritted his teeth but held tight.
Of course, he realized the moment she grabbed his wrist that this had been her intention all along. He soon found himself being flung over her shoulder as she used his weight against him.
Twisting his body and landing on his feet, Wu Jian tried to straighten back up, but he soon found a wooden training weapon soaring toward his face. It was so fast it cut the air.
He bent his body backwards to avoid being hit. Placing one hand on the ground, he lifted his feet and kicked at the weapon passing over his head. He managed to knock the weapon out of his opponent’s hand—no
