The sword tip almost pierced through the skull; another fraction of an inch, and it would have damaged the brain, but Shi Feiyang held his sword at just the right moment and, with a leg swing, rewarded each of the bald monks with a kick, sending them flying.
The two bald monks rolled up from the ground, wiped their foreheads with their hands, grew fiercely angry, and with a loud roar, they each brandished a knife and sword, ready to charge again.
Shi Feiyang, holding nine Flying Needles in his left hand, threw them swiftly. Each of the bald monks received four and five needles respectively, all pinned in the center of their foreheads.
Their rush to attack came to an abrupt halt; then their knives and swords fell to the ground as they both kneeled over, their eyes widened with shock.
