บท 123: Kings Rising (3): M

Knives out, Yu Haoran narrowed her gaze sharply at Xun Zichen. She glinted at him maliciously as she lifted her blades near her face; the iron gleamed quicksilver.

Xun Zichen never had a duel or a fight with the objective to hurt someone. And though Yu Haoran was a nuisance, he didn't want to kill her. He didn't feel like it.

She threw another knife speedily at him, and Xun Zichen deflected it with his sword, surprising himself. He breathed hard, nearly amazed. He didn't trust himself, but he decided to believe in his muscle memory, his senses, and his instincts.

Xun Zichen began to circle her, and she let her knives rain down on him.