Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 288

Ming then took a few steps back and then rushed forward, he stabbed and parried, dodged and
sidestepped but the battle seemed to go on forever. He jumped and did a front flip mid-air making his feet
launch downwards, Shaw dodged with ease and kicked Ming back onto a wall and threw a dagger at him. It
caught him on his shoulder and Ming grunted in pain. He teared it out of his skin and threw it at Shaw in
such a fast speed that it shot through the wall after Shaw narrowly dodged it.
Ming launched a series of lashes, punches and kicks, but it did nothing to Shaw.
“You’re getting tired now, are you?” taunted Shaw.
“Nope, I haven’t even used my last move yet.” smiled Ming
He did an aerial side kick and suddenly changed it into a butterfly kick, which caught Shaw off-
guard knocking the wind out of him.
“I win.” said Ming as he patted Shaw’s head.
This was one of the many journeys that Ming had went through. People like him traded and gave
out treasures with foreign countries. But no matter what, he will NEVER abandon anyone ever again…...