"Young Master Lin has a keen eye," Mu Wanqing said, doing her best to suppress the anger in her voice. With heavy sarcasm, she asked, "Since you can tell my swordsmanship is lacking, you must be a master of martial arts. Why not give me a few pointers? Let me see how you perform your earth-shattering skills!"
She lowered her sword, its tip pointing at the ground.
She knew she was bound to lose if she challenged Lin Xuan, given his skill. But right now, she simply needed somewhere to vent her anger. She wanted to take a few swings at him.
Lin Xuan saw the anger and shame in her eyes, along with the complex feelings she'd been suppressing.
He smiled and nodded, accepting her challenge.
"Since you've asked, Miss Mu, I'll gladly oblige. But a gentleman settles things with words, not fists. We're only sparring, so there's no need for weapons."
"Hmph!" Mu Wanqing sneered. A cold gleam flashed across her sword as she rushed at him with a resolve that brooked no refusal!
She went all out from the very first move, her sword whistling as it aimed for the vulnerable points on Lin Xuan's limbs. Her swordsmanship was vicious, and she showed no mercy.
Lin Xuan remained calm, slipping through the dense web of sword strikes with ease.
His figure flickered like wind through willow branches. Each time he dodged, he precisely avoided the sword's edge, and Mu Wanqing's blade never came close to touching him.
"Miss Mu, sink your qi to your Dantian. Don't let your anger cloud your mind." Lin Xuan even had time to offer pointers, his relaxed tone infuriating.
The longer Mu Wanqing fought, the more alarmed she became.
In Lin Xuan's eyes, her swordsmanship seemed to be playing in slow motion.