"Jing Wuming, when I say you're a waste, you are a waste!"

Luu Fengxian also rushed into the bedroom from outside, approaching Jing Wuming mercilessly.

Jing Wuming covered his bleeding shoulder, holding his sword with one hand, looking at Luu Fengxian with a blank expression, ready to face death!

"No tears until you see the coffin!"

Luu Fengxian sneered but didn't take advantage of Jing Wuming. He swung his halberd with one hand and continued to attack Jing Wuming!

From this, you can also see Luu Fengxian's strong arrogance. He wanted to crush Jing Wuming in every way, making his death humiliating!

Seeing him approach mockingly, Jing Wuming could only defend with difficulty.

Even with both arms intact, he was no match for Luu Fengxian, let alone now, using only one arm, he was being beaten down!

"Puff!!!" With a sound, Luu Fengxian stabbed Jing Wuming's thigh again, instantly piercing a hole in his leg, blood gushing out!

"Idiot!"

Luu Fengxian lifted his halberd, throwing Jing Wuming away once more.

At this point, Luu Fengxian wasn't in a rush to kill Jing Wuming quickly; he wanted to slowly let him die in this torment, being pierced like a sieve!

Jing Wuming landed on the ground miserably for the second time, blood flowing everywhere.

"Jing Wuming, do you still dare to shout at me now? Still dare to act arrogantly?"

Luu Fengxian approached with a sinister smile, stabbing his halberd into the hole in Jing Wuming's leg again, causing him to almost convulse with pain.

"I will stab eighteen holes in you, letting you bleed to death!"

Filled with cruelty, Luu Fengxian pulled out the Silver Halberd, about to stab Jing Wuming again.

Suddenly at this moment, Jing Wuming's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the floor mirror Luu Fengxian previously used for self-admiration.

A flash of insight crossed his mind—

"Luu Fengxian has a fatal flaw; effeminate, inflated ego, maybe you can use that."

This is what Jiang Feng told him before leaving the ward!

At the time, this statement gave Jing Wuming a strong impression, thought-provoking. Now, thinking carefully, inspiration struck even more!

Instantly, Jing Wuming picked up a small dish from the ground and threw it at the giant floor mirror!

"Crash!"

The floor mirror shattered on the spot, cracking like a spider's web.

Luu Fengxian, ready to inflict torture, was stunned, instinctively looking at the mirror.

In the mirror, he appeared fragmented and distorted.

Luu Fengxian was momentarily dumbfounded!

He always saw his perfect self in mirrors, handsome, dashing, with a face like jade, as good-looking as Pan An!

But now, who was this ugly, deformed, mottled monster inside??

Luu Fengxian instinctively wanted to scream, faint with rage!

However, in a split second——

Jing Wuming seized the opportunity, leaping up from the ground, holding the Black Iron Embroidered Sword, and darted past Luu Fengxian!

Luu Fengxian, in a daze, didn't react in time!

He felt a sudden chill in his throat!

When he turned his head back quickly, it was already too late!

Masters contesting, every second counts!

Jing Wuming had already landed behind him, crouching with difficulty.

"You..."

Luu Fengxian's eyes widened, never expecting Jing Wuming to launch a surprise attack during his momentary distraction, delivering a fatal blow!

He clearly felt his throat split open, even hearing the sound of his neck bone fracturing, blood spurting out.

"Jing Wuming, you... you actually..."

Luu Fengxian was full of unwillingness, yet his strength was rapidly draining!

Ultimately, his Silver Halberd clattered to the ground, and he couldn't control himself, kneeling down straight.

His pupils uncontrollably dilated, showing terror!

But in the end, he fell headfirst to the ground.

He couldn't die in peace!

Jing Wuming, panting heavily, turned around, looking at Luu Fengxian's dead body, with a solemn expression.

"Jiang Feng, you were deliberately giving me tips back then, weren't you?"

"Did you already see this guy's flaw back then?"

Jing Wuming murmured to himself, feeling complex emotions he couldn't quite describe.

"Maybe for you, this flaw is insignificant, but for me, it's the key to an unexpected victory!"

"Did you save me again?"

Jing Wuming smiled bitterly, shook his head, then withdrew his gaze, stabbing the Black Iron Embroidered Sword into the ground, and managed to stand up.

Jiang Feng's insight is simply incredible!

He actually saw through Luu Fengxian's effeminacy and extreme narcissism early on!

The so-called inflated ego was referring to this.

So, Luu Fengxian couldn't tolerate seeing flaws in himself, not even an imperfect reflection in the mirror!

Thus, Jing Wuming could deliver the fatal blow at the critical moment!

People can't be compared...

Jing Wuming sighed again, limping away.

...

In the evening, Jiang Feng received the news that Jing Wuming was injured again!

The call was from Murong Qian, saying that she didn't know when Jing Wuming left in the evening or what he did, but he returned covered in blood.

His shoulder, neck, and legs were severely injured, almost bleeding to death.

The Southern City Hospital once again called in Murong Qian for emergency surgery, barely saving his life.

Now, he's still in a deep coma.

After hearing this, Jiang Feng smiled in thought.

He knew he wouldn't have to expect Luu Fengxian tonight.

That guy, after all, was smart and didn't disappoint him.

However, there was another issue tonight that gave Jiang Feng a headache.

Baili Xiyue, that woman, forced herself to stay the night using the excuse of not feeling well and didn't return to the Provincial City.

Through a day's interaction, she's now become close friends with Nangong Qingcheng, Chu Feifei, and the other two women, inseparable, sharing everything.

Even after leaving the company, the five women went shopping together, with Nangong Qingcheng and Chu Feifei showing her around Binhai's local culture, enjoying lots of local delicacies.

It didn't look like she was unwell at all, yet Baili Xiyue shamelessly came back and insisted on staying over.

So, an awkward situation arose: there really was no place available to stay at the house!

All the rooms upstairs and downstairs were full, even Jiang Feng had to sleep on the sofa.

If she wanted to stay, someone had to sleep on the floor.

Although Nangong Qingcheng, Chu Feifei, and the other two kindly offered Baili Xiyue their rooms, choosing to sleep downstairs, Baili Xiyue refused.

She insisted on sleeping on the sofa, making Jiang Feng sleep on the floor.

This was quite intriguing...

Unfortunately, including Chu Feifei, the four women didn't know the real relationship between Baili Xiyue and Jiang Feng, so they didn't think anything inappropriate.

However, taking advantage of the four women going to shower one by one, Jiang Feng expressed his discontent: "You, a spoiled daughter from the Provincial City, can sleep anywhere, yet you're clinging here. Isn't it amusing?"

"I like it!"

Baili Xiyue glared at Jiang Feng, saying with mock seriousness, "Jiang, I'm warning you, you can sleep, but you better not touch me! Once I'm asleep, I won't know anything, really nothing at all, you better not take advantage!"

Jiang Feng was speechless.

Was this an explicit indication or a subtle hint...?