The force went through the back of his hand.
For a clearer assessment, Fu Qian had even lowered the strength of his flesh and blood a little.
The final result was that the slender sword pierced straight through the back of his hand like an awl.
It was, admittedly, reassuring.
A Fei had seemingly been bewitched into mistaking himself for the enemy, but his sword heart had remained unclouded.
After all that honing, he had thoroughly mastered the essence of this second weapon. Becoming one with the sword was only a matter of time.
Clang—
Only after finishing his assessment did Fu Qian's finger finally flick a second time, striking the tip of the sword with pinpoint accuracy.
The blade flew out with a ringing note, sending A Fei staggering several steps and nearly toppling over.
It wasn't that his legs were insufficiently trained and his stance was unsteady. For one thing, after retrieving the slender sword, A Fei seemed utterly unwilling to let it go again.
For another, Fu Qian's second flick had been a little too strong.
The first time, A Fei had been able to use the slender sword's properties to turn the force of the recoil to his advantage, ultimately delivering a strike that surpassed his own limits.
But this time, he could barely even hold on to the sword, let alone continue attacking.
"Who are you, really?"
His hand was as elegant as a delicate flower-plucking gesture, and after striking, he showed no intention of pursuing. He was utterly at ease, composed beyond words.
Faced with such an opponent, A Fei's sword heart might not have crumbled, but the Sun Apostle seemed unable to take it anymore. In a single sentence, he completely drained the stylish air he had painstakingly built up.
"I told you.