Gate Slash
Agile, graceful, without a single unnecessary movement.
Su Gao's sword strokes weren't especially fast, and her targets were only light feathers drifting in the breeze. The scene had a peculiar beauty to it; interrupting seemed like a sin.
Of course, even if it had been a heinous sin, Fu Qian still wouldn't have interfered. He simply watched with admiration.
Although she didn't consider herself a swordswoman, Su Gao clearly had the clear-mindedness of a cultivator, pressing forward without hesitation. She stood in stark contrast to Chief Yuan, who wanted to slack off at every opportunity.
For a consultant, she was undoubtedly an excellent assistant.
Now, after eliminating possibilities one by one, she showed no sign of discouragement or slackening. Instead, she continued to push her abilities to the limit, trying to find a way through.
The feathers were soft yet remarkably resilient, and while floating in the air, they were undoubtedly difficult to strike.
But that did nothing to hinder her: wherever her curved sword passed, it split each feather precisely down the shaft. The blade then turned at once, slashing at another feather stirred into motion.
19...
29...
59...
In the blink of an eye, she had made nearly a hundred consecutive slashes at the feathers, stirring up an unusual storm around the pit.
It ended just as quickly, though. Without a sound, her curved sword came to a stop, with one half-severed feather still caught on the blade.
125.
"Something seems a little off?"
As Fu Qian finished counting, Su Gao turned to look at him and asked quietly.
"Something does seem off."
Fu Qian nodded, stepped over beside her, then reached out and removed the feather that had been cut halfway through.
It wasn't that he'd misjudged what he'd seen, or that this feather