Feng Wu smiled at Mr. Zhu.
Mr. Zhu glared at her in frustration. It had never occurred to him that there would be such an incredible student in his class.
He had been confident when he came in, thinking that he would teach the student a good lesson.
He had never imagined that it was possible he would lose.
Not only that, he also realized in astonishment that he couldn't withstand a single strike.
Not a single one.
He was the class tutor, but he was easily defeated by one of his students.
For an instant, he wished that the ground could open up so that he could hide inside.
Feng Wu smiled at him. "Have you decided?"
Mr. Zhu was a decisive man who kept his word. He grabbed his sword and struck down at his right arm.
Before he could make contact, he was struck by an invisible force.
The sword flew out of his hand and landed in the wall behind him.
It was buried all the way to the hilt.
