By now they had exchanged more than seventy moves, but the result was still unclear although the attack was getting more and more vehement. Suddenly the middle-aged man seemed to fall, as a result of his too mighty strike of his sword, which staggered him a little. At it, an abrupt laugh escaped one guest, a lad dressed in blue gown, who, immediately having realized his rudeness, silenced himself by covering his mouth with one palm. Just at this time, the young man, figuring it was his excellent chance, had been swishing his let palm at his opponent’s back, but to avoid it the latter had made a step forward. In the next instant, unexpectedly the middle-aged man let out a great cry—“hit” —and simultaneously he whirred his sword around rapidly and succeeded in stabbing the young fighter in his left leg. It had him totter, but instantly, with the help of his sword pressed against the floor, he had balanced himself and was to resume the attack.
However, the middle-aged man had sheathed his sword and smiled, “Brother Chu, thank you for having given me the advantage! And how about your wound?”
“Not too bad! Brother Gong, thank you for your mercy!” replied the young man, biting his lip with a pale face.