Letting his hands hang freely by his side, Xinzi cracked his neck and bolted towards Xia Hu. The monk became a red flash of light, blurring across the air as he aimed for his foe. Sinking his feet into the ground, Xia Hu maintained his battle stance—neither advancing nor retreating.
Our monk raised his bandaged right fist and threw a frontal punch at Xia Hu's chest. The swordsman foresaw the move, and his sword lopped on Xinzi's shoulder.
