Next, Qin Shi and Tan Cong began sparring. Qin Shi set aside the Perfect Grade Electric Shock Saber and picked up an identical wooden saber.
"Use a short weapon against a long one, darting back and forth!"
Tan Cong opened with the "Pressure" technique. His successive slashes flowed seamlessly, as if cleaving the air itself and sending it rolling to either side.
A dozen attacks followed in rapid succession. Their powerful gusts pressed toward Qin Shi like an iron wall!
During the lesson earlier, Qin Shi had paid close attention to Tan Cong's grip on the saber and the way he moved his feet.
He had imitated him remarkably well, committing to memory the principle of "strike the person, not the weapon." The true killing blow always targeted the vital points of the body; clashing blades was merely part of the process.
Qin Shi narrowed his eyes slightly and gripped the saber with both hands. He abruptly held it crosswise before him in a defensive stance, as if planning to hold out until Tan Cong tired and then find an opening.
Tan Cong's saber grew faster and heavier with every strike. The sharp cracks of the wooden blades echoed through the training room, leaving Wei Zheguang, watching below the platform, holding his breath.
When the tenth attack came, Qin Shi—who had been retreating step by step as his space to fight shrank—suddenly gathered his strength and jolted his saber, knocking aside Tan Cong's descending slash.
Then he twisted his wrist to redirect the force and thrust forward!
The sudden change in technique caught Tan Cong off guard. The wooden saber in his hands was knocked askew, and the force coursing through its length made it vibrate violently like a struck tuning fork, almost wrenching it from his grasp.
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