Moyuan pulled the woman, causing her to turn around. It was a face he did not recognize.
Moyuan let out a quiet sigh of relief. As soon as he let her go, the man holding the sword lunged at him with a fierce strike. Moyuan’s eyes sharpened; he parried, and with a metallic *clang*, his blade struck the man’s sword.
The man felt a stinging vibration in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. Before he could react, Moyuan’s sword strikes fell like thunder. With a flick of his wrist, the sharp tip of his blade stopped right at the man’s throat. The man’s face went pale instantly, and he was too terrified to move. He knew that if Moyuan pushed the tip just a fraction further, it would pierce his neck.
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