Last Person Standing

Yuan Bojing parried the attacks of two offenders; the third one had stood by, watching closely. 

It unnerved him how the third competitor stood still, not making a move. He only analyzed, surveying every one of his moves. 

Yuan Bojing gave a glance behind him, noticing that Long Xia had already struck one person down. He smirked. It was narrowed down two to one. 

His attention returned to the two men that were closing on him. 

He dodged another attack, leaning backward, dropping his weight with the base of his spine. He then whirled and lunged when the man from the Scorpion organization countered, driving a knife into his bicep.

Yuan Bojing hissed but ignored the pain. 

He could hear Long Xia's grunts as she defended the attacks from her opponents. This was not a simple fight. Each move had to be meticulously calculated ahead of the next one. He and Long Xia could easily take out lesser men, but not people like the other competitors.