Su Mu Cheng was a girl who used swordsmanship. She looked exceptionally delicate and pretty, but when she wielded the sword in her hand, she was incomparably fast, fast enough to make one's heart tremble. Every battle carried fluctuations of vital energy; one careless move could easily lead to injury.
"Take this!"
An Ruo Chen felt the softness concealed within Su Mu Cheng's firm techniques, and wariness arose in his heart. He immediately threw aside the idea of ending the battle quickly. After all, victory in battle could not be achieved through brute force alone.
Battle required skill. If one did not possess the strength to fight head-on, then one should not imitate others and try too hard to look cool, only to end up being cut down by a single slash from the opponent.
Watching the fan attacking her, Su Mu Cheng's eyes held a faint stir of emotion, as well as an awareness of how to control the strength behind her attacks at this moment.
Although her grasp of it was not particularly good, the current battle had already revealed a harsh reality: it would be difficult for the fight to end quickly. To end it, she would likely need to control her timing and techniques. If she failed to seize the opportunity properly, even obtaining the final victory would become extremely unlikely.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
They had barely fought for a moment when a sword suddenly stabbed in from beside them. Its speed was incredibly fast, and the surrounding spectators watched the two fight with pounding hearts. After all, this was not merely a battle between two people.
"This is a battle between two great families. Who will gain the final victory? Who will become the favorite of this battle?"
Su Mu Cheng was very powerful, but she