The stairs creaked underneath. Shentu Jing knew that he had company. He leaped up the last and brandished his sword. That person also ran up the stairs.
In that second, he saw the silver glint of a barrel. The gun cocked.
"I didn't know you know how to use a gun," Shentu Jing said with a nonchalant expression.
Shentu Chu stood before him, a gun by his side. He seemed calm like he was expecting him.
"And you know how to wield a sword. In Shengjing, not much people use swords. That's too old fashioned," Shentu Chu smiled back.
Standing face to face in the dilapidated abandoned house, Shentu Chu and Shentu Jing were finally going to have a duel.
Their hands were by their side on their respective weapons. A silent countdown began ticking.
One....
Two....
Three...
Then Shentu Chu pulled the gun out from the holster and pointed it at him.
