"You seem weaker... Is it because you slept for too long, after all?"
"Your grip on your sword seems a little rusty, Lord Wolf..."
"Lord Wolf... After all this time, have you still not grown used to that arm?"
Zhong Yi had already lost count of how many times he had challenged Emma.
This time, as always, Emma defeated him within a few exchanges.
These sparring-like fights would not actually kill him.
After every fight, Zhong Yi had to watch the defeat cutscene of Emma pointing her sword at his chest.
Emma's victory lines were not fixed.
For Zhong Yi, though, most of them boiled down to the same thing:
Why do you suck so much more than I expected, little bro?
The beating left Zhong Yi's face bright red and his whole body burning.
The livestream's danmu immediately erupted in amusement.
[Is Lao Zhong in love? Why's his face so red?]
[An old virgin's thoughts are so easy to read. They're written all over his face.]
[Miss Emma is so strong...]
[That swordsmanship looks familiar. Isn't it a little like Isshin Ashina's when he fought True Disciple Li?]
[That cross slash really does look similar!]
"Holy crap... Doesn't Miss Emma study medicine? How is her swordsmanship this insane...?"
Zhong Yi looked at the woman standing at the temple entrance, gazing gently at the sky, and grew increasingly curious about this world's story.
Emma's swordsmanship looked light and airy, exceedingly soft;
in truth, it combined both speed and power. That cross slash was as swift as a thunderclap, making it incredibly hard to react to.
"So this is the Soft Style... Impressive! Looks like I still need to go strengthen myself!"
Zhong Yi temporarily abandoned his plans to challenge Emma.
He was bad at the game,