C421 Murder

"Kid, take this!"

"Ha!"

Yang Xuan's gaze sharpened as he deftly deflected the teacher's ruler with his wooden sword, then thrust it toward his chest.

The kid had pinpointed his weakness!

A string in the teacher's mind snapped taut as a wave of danger flooded over him. In a life-or-death reflex, he contorted his body, narrowly avoiding the tip of Yang Xuan's sword