The Poisoned Duel

"That's right," Dongjian Zhao replied without hesitation, laughing. "How does it feel to be beaten by your own sect's tactics?"

He advanced, forcing Kenny Lin to retreat, leaving him almost no room to fight back. Suddenly, Kenny Lin let out a low growl, dropping his fixation on sword strikes. He quickly blocked a blow, then kicked off the ground, flashing backward to gain some space.

Dongjian Zhao pursued, though Kenny Lin managed to create a slight distance. With a swift swing, Kenny Lin unleashed a flurry of sword light.

Dongjian Zhao scoffed. Those weak streaks of sword light? He didn't even bother to block, charging straight through them. They struck him, leaving only shallow cuts, barely drawing blood.

The opportunity Kenny Lin had hoped for vanished as Dongjian Zhao closed in again.