Watching Wang Jing Ti jump back and forth, the Marriage Monk smiled slightly before quickly creasing into a frown, waving a palm, they sent out a bright light, which chopped off the top three inches of each of the sharpened bamboo poles, making them even sharper than before. Startled by this change, Wang Jing Ti didn't adjust in time, and her subconscious movements of shifting her foot so that the landing would be less painful worked against her, as she couldn't adjust her movement in time and directly landed on a sharp pole, piercing her foot as all her weight pushed against the one leverage point.
Her eyes bulged, and a few tears dropped from Wang Jing Ti's eyes, but she didn't mouth a word and instead forced her foot to exert more force, letting the blood flow down the bamboo pole as she leaped up to go to the next pole.
Seeing this, the Marriage Monk let out a low hum and said, "Stop."
