"Ah? What kind of explanation is that?" I froze for a moment, looking curious. Mao Chuchu thought it over, then continued, "Anyway, I don't know either. The master who taught me swordsmanship said my techniques leaned toward offense, but I was too reckless and didn't know when to advance or retreat. If someone tricked me, I'd lose without even knowing how. I've always felt that was true and wanted to correct it, but every time, my master would scold me, saying I was even worse than before, when I charged forward without a care. Sigh, that's why I find the path of swordsmanship so inexplicably difficult. But today was strange. Xia Daoyou, you were fleeing from place to place—no, no, don't misunderstand, I mean dodging here and there—but every time, you managed to dodge into exactly the spots where I could wield my sword as I pleased. Then..."
"Oh... So in that battle, was it purely a matter of luck?" I asked, amused inside, but of course I had to provoke her competitive spirit.
As expected, Mao Chuchu decisively shook her head and said, "Definitely not. Brother Ren is an exceptionally powerful sword immortal among the younger generation. No matter how good someone's luck was, they couldn't just rely on luck to defeat him. Perhaps... it's as Master said: my swordsmanship has an innate flaw and needs an immortal cultivator who can coordinate with me for me to display my full strength. As it happened, Xia Daoyou's swordsmanship was perfectly suited to mine, so when we fought just now, I was able to suppress Brother Ren until he couldn't even fight back."
"Mm, I think so too. Brother Ren's swordsmanship just now was truly sharp. Miss Mao, saying that I was dodging is already embarrassing enough for me to admit—I