Zhang Ziyue narrowed his eyes, like a leopard poised to launch an attack.
"This is what you asked for!"
With a swipe of his left hand, he held a Yuan Yang Yue in each hand, the blades aimed straight at Wu Li.
Anger was rising in his heart, but being a seasoned boxer who had faced life-and-death situations multiple times, he was able to control his emotions well. The angrier he felt, the clearer his mind became.
His footsteps slid rapidly forward as he charged at Wu Li. The Yuan Yang Yue in his right hand swung towards Wu Li's face, its crescent tips thrusting directly at Wu Li's eyes.
Wu Li stood his ground without even blinking. Instead, he lifted his right hand to grasp at Zhang Ziyue's wrist, seemingly unconcerned that his response might be too slow and result in his eyes being pierced.
Zhang Ziyue's right wrist flipped, and the outer edge of the crescent blade immediately slashed downward at Wu Li's wrist, while one of the points also thrust towards Wu Li's arm.
