Falling Blossoms

He had already forgotten the moves he and Ming Yanghao had used, but he would never forget those gazes for the rest of his life. When Ming Yanghao stabbed him five times during the first two incense sticks, and blood stained the ground, he saw the eyes of the people around him. The martial artists watched him with amused interest, as if he were an ant. Under their gaze, there was nowhere to hide.

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