After all, it was a copied-and-pasted sword technique. Even though I had given her countless opportunities to practice against my sword, her odds of beating me were still zero. It was perfectly normal for her to lose to Shen Jinzhao, Longqiuyou, Xiangling, and the others. If Xiangling were defeated as well, that would truly be a case of a ship capsizing in a gutter. These disciples had all embarked on the path of cultivation and grown alongside me. Compared to someone like Li Guxian, they were naturally lacking, but among those beneath her, anyone who could find an opponent would probably have cause to celebrate.
Xiangling's prank continued. All kinds of harassment and sword attacks came one after another, interspersed with sword techniques that struck straight at the heart. Xing'er was utterly forced onto the defensive. Although she had many ways to respond, every time she merely struggled to survive by searching for an opening. Whether it was Divine Ability Annihilation or No Move Could Break, each had become a lone tree supporting something that could not stand, and neither had managed to turn the tide.
Xiangling had not made Xing'er lose too miserably, but this contest clearly held little meaning. It was even far more ordinary than Shen Jinzhao's Drifting Duckweed Sword Technique. Xing'er had lost to the attacks of the clone. The instant the sword came to rest against her shoulder, she was still wondering whether she had even fought the real body at all. From beginning to end, she was already more than half dazed.
"This sword technique is decent, but it lacks flair. Winning by striking at the heart is truly despicable." I offered my assessment, though I was also hinting that Xiangling's sword technique was not clean and decisive enough.
Xiangling shrugged, looking unconcerned, while