An enemy on his left had just shrugged, but Yun Yang could judge instantly that this person would come first and his form of attack would be the hack of a saber from the top to bottom diagonally, aimed at his waist. This would then create the chance to force him into the trap on his right.
In truth, what truly threatened his life would be the person behind the aforementioned enemy, although that person had not yet moved.
Yun Yang's saber gleamed, deflecting the strike at the right side of his waist before flicking out swiftly.
The person's blow had just struck downwards but he looked on with horror as Yun Yang's saber came in an odd angle towards his arm. Nay, instead of saying Yun Yang's saber had come in for the blow, it was more apt to say that he had sent his arm forward for him to chop it off.