Chapter 1671: Face-slapping, Round 2 (1)

However, Feng Wu’s horse was full of energy and had no trouble maintaining its speed.

Sefiro’s Lightbolt, on the other hand, was bleeding and pus.h.i.+ng its limits.

One horse was full of energy while the other one was almost exhausted; it didn’t take a genius to predict what was going to happen.

“Do you think you’re going to win? In your dreams!”

Seeing how unhurried Feng Wu was, Sefiro was furious. She threw a dirty look at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu only shrugged at her.

The more unperturbed she was, the angrier Sefiro got.

She thought she was definitely going to win at first, and she had been so much faster than Feng Wu! This compet.i.tion should never have been an issue! Yet…

Despite all the “should haves,” it was Feng Wu who was winning!

How did this even happen?!

Sefiro was filled with rage and frustration.

Suddenly, something flickered in her eyes.

She then leapt up and pounced at Feng Wu from behind in a frantic manner. Meanwhile, something glinted between her fingers.

It was a secret blade!

“Die!” Sefiro bellowed. Throwing her right arm around Feng Wu’s neck, she dragged the blade across it!

She was going to kill Feng Wu and take her horse.

Feng Wu was now a Level 3 Spiritual Elder and one level below Sefiro, which was quite a huge difference. Therefore, Feng Wu in fact wasn’t as capable as Sefiro.

Moreover, Sefiro had attacked her unexpectedly.

Feng Wu had antic.i.p.ated Sefiro’s attack, but she hadn’t known that Sefiro knew a.s.sa.s.sination techniques.

And she was an expert at it!

That was why Sefiro had surprised her by grabbing her neck.

However, Feng Wu was known for her ability to resolve a crisis.

The moment Sefiro threw her arm around her neck, Feng Wu kicked the side of the horse and used the force to leap up.

Meanwhile, she grabbed Sefiro’s fist with her right hand.

At that critical moment, Feng Wu used all her strength.

Ssss!

No one could recognize vital points as accurately as Feng Wu.

When she pressed a spot between Sefiro’s thumb and index finger, Sefiro felt her right wrist go numb, and she couldn’t use that hand.

Feng Wu’s throat was right at her fingertips, but she didn’t have the strength to cut it with the blade.

This might be Sefiro’s best chance to kill Feng Wu in her entire life.

When two capable people fought each other, the tiniest error could make a huge difference.

Sefiro shouldn’t have given Feng Wu a chance, because Feng Wu would be able to strike back and turn things around.

Just like now.

In the brief moment when Sefiro’s hand went numb —

Thud!

Feng Wu grabbed her wrist and threw her over her shoulder.

That wasn’t important. The more important thing was that when Feng Wu did that, she used the blade hidden between Sefiro’s fingers to slide it across Sefiro’s neck.

Thud!

The glinting blade cut Sefiro’s throat.

It was a thin blade, but the cut was very deep.

After Feng Wu did that, she turned swiftly and moved away from Sefiro.

Feeling frustrated that she hadn’t gotten the chance to kill Feng Wu, Sefiro yelled angrily, “Feng Wu, you —”