On the screen, facing the wooden sword coming straight at him, a flash of fear and despair crossed Ye Feng's face, an expression so vivid that Xiao Buli didn't know if it was his imagination, but as if possessed by a spirit, he suddenly twitched the mouse, and the wooden sword stabbed past Ye Feng's cheek, leaving a trail of blood.
The two passed by each other, standing back to back, Ye Feng did not take the opportunity to counterattack but remained frozen in place. After a while, he suddenly dropped his sword to the ground— "You win," he said.
