Most of Third Madam's exertion came from Sword Beitang's attacks. She had been slashed and cut countless times, but they were all minor wounds. Her instincts were nothing short of insane; she could even predict the paths of her opponent's attacks and turn the slightest disadvantage into an offensive opportunity. She fought as if her life were on the line, so if Sword Beitang were struck even once, she probably wouldn't be able to withstand it.
But that depended on actually hitting her. Sword Beitang was simply too fast, and her attacks displayed every imaginable kind of eerie skill. Her strange, overwhelming sword intent was enough to make one's blood run cold. Of course, that didn't mean she had suffered no damage.
Her injuries were the opposite of Third Madam's. There wasn't a single wound on her body—not even enough to break the skin or harm a hair. What was frightening was that her strength had been depleted just as much as Third Madam's. This was precisely what shocked me, Senior Brother Yan, and Abandoned Madam—the three great immortal swords.
We discovered that whenever they clashed, whenever sword and saber collided, Sword Beitang had to expend a considerable amount of strength. Obviously, this was caused by Third Madam's unique forceful impacts, as well as by how formidable both their weapons were. Otherwise, they would have been snapped at any moment. At the very least, those repeated crashes were no joke.
Both sides had been astonishingly powerful at the beginning, but the extent of their expenditure was equally jaw-dropping. Almost every clash between saber and sword cost them a chunk of strength. Third Madam's two Tang sabers also attacked with an unusually high frequency. Sword Beitang was unable to bring down her opponent, and her expression gradually darkened.
Most crucially, as