Jiang Xiaohu calmly tapped the blade of his long sword in front of his eyes.
He sensed a thin thread, nearly invisible to the naked eye.
He circulated a little true qi and slashed at it with sword energy, but could only deform it, not cut it.
Lu Chengwen saw it clearly. "Holy shit!"
Then he said to Liu Ruyan, "Let's squat right here and don't move around. Otherwise, we won't know where we'll get cut open."
Liu Ruyan rolled her eyes. "You're the only one moving around."
Maitai burst into laughter. "My Shadowless Silk is spread all over this place now. Moving around will get you killed! Besides, its material is special. You can't cut it with true qi, hahaha!"
Then he suddenly charged forward. "Die!"
Jiang Xiaohu stood still.
Maitai shifted through several stances as he rushed in. Jiang Xiaohu raised his sword and, with a clang, blocked Maitai.
When he looked back, he saw that Shadowless Silk had sliced open his elbow. His clothes had been cut apart with eerie smoothness, and blood flowed out.
Maitai laughed wildly, flipped backward, stepped on his own Shadowless Silk in midair, and used it to launch himself forward again. "Come on, come on, come on! Let me see whether someone from the Jiang Family can break my unique martial art!"
To deal with a highly mobile opponent like Maitai, Jiang Xiaohu had to move. But the moment he made a bigger movement and stepped half a pace back, his calf was cut open. With the slightest shift, the clothes beneath his armpit were silently sliced apart with silky smoothness...
Lu Chengwen squatted on the ground, seething with frustration.
"These fucking threads are disgusting! What kind of person practices this sort of martial art?"
Maitai looked at Lu Chengwen. "You stay