The sword light flashed with chilling alarm as it cleaved down from above, its force, speed, and precision beyond anything human imagination could conceive. When Shi Tiexin raised his head from his roll, what he saw was that sword momentum capable of crushing all things, and her cold, dazzling gaze reflected in the blade's gleam.
Every spectator wore an expression that mingled pride with embarrassment, because no one had ever survived this sword strike. Anyone who challenged her could not endure even this opening blow.
People challenged her again and again, faced the same three moves again and again, and were killed by those same three moves again and again. A thrust, a sweep, a vertical cleave—three movements that looked utterly simple, yet contained an unattainably lofty realm and countless exquisite variations.
Every downward slash was the same, and every downward slash was different.
Today was no exception.
What was the same was that beneath this sword, the flower of death would bloom once more.
What was different was that today's slash was especially fierce, especially powerful.
"Big Sis is getting serious."
"Jade Falling Saber has no time to dodge at all."
"His only choice is to block."
"Look, he blocked it just as expected."
Clang!
Sparks burst forth, and the ringing impact trembled through the air. Blade met sword edge as Shi Tiexin raised his saber in defense.
The spectators all shook their heads. "He can't block it. Even if he had set his stance with firm bridges and steady horses, he still couldn't block it, much less launch a hasty defense right after rolling. With the greatsword's rotational buildup combined with Big Sis's strength, let alone Jade Falling Saber's tiny frame—even a hulking man eight feet tall would be split vertically in two by Heaven Collapse."
Jade Falling