No, I'm a Level 7 Spiritual Grandmaster

He was scared, for he saw that he was going to lose!

Thud!

Feng Wu's sword pierced his belly!

Feng Wu could have stabbed him in the heart, but she didn't, for she had plans for him.

"You —" Blood gushed out of the shorty's mouth. He turned to stare at Feng Wu with a look of disbelief.

He couldn't believe it…

He had lost to a girl…

Holding the hilt, Feng Wu pulled Flaming Sword out.

There was the sound of splashing blood.

Just then, Feng Wu felt something click inside her. Was this happening? She could make a breakthrough just like that?

Without thinking, Feng Wu stuck Flaming Sword into the ground, then sat down cross-legged.

With Chang San's protection, the shorty wouldn't get the chance to harm her.

Feng Wu had crippled the short assassin, and he lay crumpled on the ground and watched blood ooze out of the hole in his stomach.

He could sense the life draining slowly from his body.