Clang! Instead of stabbing into flesh, Feng Ming got stuck between two metal blades. "You're good, but still too inexperienced," the masked man commented. Wang Jingyuan realized immediately that she fell into his trap. She tried to pull her sword back with all her might, but it didn't budge at all.
Just as he did with Mo Xian, the assassin flipped his wrists suddenly. However, Wang Jingyuan had a tighter grip on Feng Ming than Mo Xian did on his sword. With a yelp, Wang Jingyuan felt her wrist twist with the sword. Feng Ming didn't fly out of her hand, thank goodness, but her wrist was burning.
Frowning, the assassin kicked his leg out and landed a kick squarely on Wang Jingyuan's abdomen. The force sent her crashing backwards into a nearby tree, but she had also yanked Feng Ming Sword back. For a few moments, all she could see were black spots. Her abdomen hurt, as did her wrist. All the air was knocked from her lungs.
