"Flicking Sleeve Sword Song?"
Gong Heng raised his brows in disdain. "Never heard of it. You think you can break the sword in my hand with a mere sleeve? What a fool's dream!"
"Just watch how I hack your sleeve to shreds!"
The many factions present all looked unfavorably upon Zhuang Xiaojing's move as well. How could a mere sleeve possibly withstand a sharp sword?
For a time, jeers rose and fell one after another.
Yet when Gong Heng's sword closed in around Zhuang Xiaojing, only to be effortlessly shifted aside by her, everyone froze in shock.
"Did you see that clearly?"
"What happened with that sword strike just now? How was it deflected so strangely?"
"How did that girl make her move? It looked as though she merely flicked her sleeve once?"
In the end, Nie Yuanbai of the Frostlight Sword Sect revealed the essence of it. "A mysterious aura surrounds her. After Gong Heng's sword momentum was blocked by that aura, it was deflected. It carries the flavor of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds. It truly is an exquisite defensive technique for redirecting force."
The onlookers gradually saw the truth of it as well.
But Gong Heng, as the one caught within it, seemed to have lost his mind. He launched one frenzied attack after another at Zhuang Xiaojing, unwilling to believe that he could not break through her defense.
Yet he discovered in astonishment that no matter what kind of attack he unleashed, once it neared her, the aura circling her body would effortlessly dissolve it. He could not harm her in the slightest.
Meanwhile, as he continued trying to attack, his own consumption rose drastically.
"What kind of skill is only defending?"
Gong Heng grumbled furiously, but those very words suddenly cleared his