"Hehe, she's pretty formidable." I laughed, but thought to myself, Nangong Jia is indeed very strong. Her personal strength is even greater than Mao Chuchu's. It's just a pity that Zhao Ziyu is an old fox. She's acting as though she can't win, but in truth, she's waiting for her prey to come to her!
Zhao Ziyu was just as patient as I had imagined, constantly retreating to evade the attacks while waiting for an opening. After all, no matter how fast a swift sword was, it still consumed a great deal of stamina and concentration, whereas Mao Chuchu wasn't the sort who excelled at such rapid assaults.
Sure enough, before long, Mao Chuchu began to lose the rhythm as she followed Nangong Jia's pace! Even though Nangong Jia was doing her utmost to coordinate with Mao Chuchu and turn the tide, the difference in their speed soon magnified their lack of synchronization!
Since Zhao Ziyu was known as Fox Zhao, how could finding such an opportunity be difficult for her? Just as Mao Chuchu made this fatal mistake, Zhao Ziyu had already closed in in an instant, pushing her own disciple toward Nangong Jia!
Nangong Jia was young, after all, and made the same mistake born of insufficient experience. When her opponent suddenly used her companion as a shield, she had no time to think things through. Her sword even nearly brushed past Mao Chuchu's delicate cheek.
But how could Zhao Ziyu allow her own disciple to be injured? This attack had merely been a feint. She swept Mao Chuchu around, then slipped sideways into the opponent's attack range, while her sword followed around behind and stabbed directly into Nangong Jia's body!
Without a doubt, Zhao Ziyu had won this battle yet again. Nangong Jia sighed with a look