Su Feiman's eyes flickered, revealing a hint of surprise.
"Unexpected indeed, you managed to pose a threat to my life at the last moment. I was too careless."
"Father, I'm no match for you in the art of the wheel sword. So all I could do was defend, but defense does not mean not counterattacking. Perhaps only one chance in ten thousand presents itself, but if given one opportunity, I am willing to bet my life. I abandoned resistance, lured you into focusing on striking me, but in a split second, I threatened your life. That was my scheme."
Third Young Master Jun spoke calmly, finishing his words and then moved the tip of the sword from his hand, dropping it on the ground.
He then gripped the bamboo sword stuck in his body and with a snap broke off the blade.
Moving slightly, his shoulder wound gushed blood like a fountain, causing him so much pain that his lips were even paler, but he stubbornly refused to make a sound.
Su Feiman looked at him and suddenly burst into laughter:
