Swish!
The blade flashed toward her face, but Cen Fangwo did not retreat. Instead, she advanced. Just as the sword tip was about to touch her, she snapped her palms together and caught the flexible sword between them, stopping its attack. Then her long, lithe leg shot up with a sharp rush of wind, kicking hard at Pei Ling's chin.
Pei Ling had gradually begun to adapt to Cen Fangwo's style. He immediately bent his knee and raised his leg, intercepting hers in the split second before impact. The flexible sword then suddenly drooped, slipping from her palms like a length of impossibly smooth silk. It arced through the air, then snapped upright and stabbed toward her chest!
Cen Fangwo's body seemed to become weightless. She shifted sideways, evading Pei Ling's thrust, then kicked again, aiming for his waist.
Pei Ling dodged at once, but halfway through the kick, Cen Fangwo abruptly changed its direction and lashed out even faster, aiming for the wrist of the hand holding his sword.
Smack!
The feint came out of nowhere. Pei Ling had no time to react. A stabbing pain shot through his wrist, and his hand instantly went limp. The flexible sword flew from his grasp, skidding across the ground.
Cen Fangwo immediately dashed toward the sword, as if to retrieve it.
Pei Ling's heart lurched. If the flexible sword returned to Cen Fangwo's hands, reclaiming it would be almost impossible!
He hurried after her, reaching out to grab her.
Just then, Cen Fangwo abruptly halted mid-stride. She pivoted on a bent knee and swept out a vicious, unpredictable kick.
But her target wasn't the flexible sword. It was Pei Ling!
This was the difference in practical combat experience!
More precisely, it was the difference in the practical experience of mortal martial