April
Yan'an No. 7 High School,
Inside Su Nianyi's Private Martial Arts Room.
Su Nianying stood to the side with her arms crossed, calmly watching the two people in the center of the room, each holding a blade and sword.
Both wore black Nano Integrated Suits and held standard-issue longswords and sabers. They stood ten meters apart, facing each other solemnly.
Su Nianying, the instructor standing nearby, served as the referee.
After confirming that both were ready,
she coldly said without expression, "Three, two, one—begin!"
As her words fell,
a longsword gleaming with the cold sheen of alloy tore through the air, carving a lightning-shaped arc through the air.
The sword tip, appearing almost at the same time as Su Nianying's voice, had already struck toward the opponent's chest.
This was the new-style ancient martial arts sword technique Su Nianyi had been cultivating: the One-Word Lightning Sword.
This sword move was incredibly fast when unleashed, already qualifying it to challenge the fourth stage of martial skill.
Especially in the early stages, when martial artists often settled victory and defeat within an extremely short time,
moves with such terrifying attack and sword speed could easily secure a first-sight kill at the very beginning.
If the opponent showed even the slightest lack of focus or carelessness at the start,
then this match would essentially be decided by the very first move.
Clang!
At some point, Li Xijun's saber had already blocked the sword's only path.
No more, no less—perfectly precise.
This made Su Nianying, watching from the side, shake her head slightly.
With that sword blocked so easily, Su Nianyi had already lost seventy percent of this match.
On the other side,
the tremendous force from the collision of blade and sword made Su Nianyi instinctively retreat several steps as she deflected