After Cao Yuan dodged six or seven consecutive strikes, Lu Menglei realized something was wrong.
Lu Menglei had only been practicing kendo for a few years, but among her peers, very few could evade her attacks. Yet he had dodged so many in one breath. Seeing Cao Yuan's calm, composed manner, she was utterly shocked!
This guy was actually that skilled?
Just who was he?!?
While Lu Menglei was distracted, Cao Yuan, who had been steadily retreating, suddenly stepped half a pace forward. He struck the back of her wrist, then lightly tapped a spot on her forearm with the branch. The Bamboo Sword in her hand was sent flying instantly.
Whoosh—!
The slender branch flashed through the air like lightning with a piercing whistle, then stopped abruptly beside Lu Menglei's fair neck. Her face had gone deathly pale.
Holding the branch, Cao Yuan's lips curved slightly upward. "You lost, Senior."
Lu Menglei had yet to recover from that lightning-fast strike. She stared blankly at the man before her. Only after a long while did she suddenly stumble back several steps and look incredulously at her Bamboo Sword, which had been knocked away.
"How... how did you do that? Who exactly are you?"
"I told you, I'm a freshman in the philosophy department..."
"That's not what I mean!" Lu Menglei's eyes shone brightly. She looked at Cao Yuan as if he were some priceless treasure, then rushed up to him and grabbed his hand, examining it closely.
"You've trained with a sword, haven't you? You have thick calluses on your hands. You either use a sword or a knife! You definitely aren't an ordinary philosophy student!"
Feeling the soft warmth in his palm, Cao Yuan gave a light cough. "I just learned a little when I was young..."
Lu Menglei