Zhao Bai met the attack with his fist. With a clang, both of them retreated at once, and Zhao Bai fell into the sea again.
Durandal, spear in hand, also staggered back several steps.
Before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, the solid ice beneath her feet shattered completely. Zhao Bai rose spinning with a burning greatsword raised high, a broad and sweeping whirlwind of flames. Faced with an opponent of equal weight, even the knight's lance was struggling to hold its ground.
"Where did you get so many weapons? Are you doing magic tricks?"
Durandal was puzzled, but she also felt a measure of admiration. In Zhao Bai's hands, these weapons were wielded with consummate skill. He must have poured immense effort and sweat into them. Like her, he was a hardworking genius.
She truly wanted to keep fighting.
But the eastern sky was beginning to brighten. The Skyfire Greatsword melted all the solid ice away. With no ground left beneath her, Durandal could only take flight, while Zhao Bai splashed awkwardly into the water. Continuing would no longer be fair.
"Moonlit Embrace is about to be exposed to sunlight. This is where our dispute began, so why don't we change the rules and fight again another day?"
"You want to compete with me?"
Zhao Bai slapped at the water's surface. He was not much of a swimmer, but fortunately, the seawater's buoyancy was enough to keep him afloat and prevent him from looking too miserable in front of Durandal. He nodded, deciding the proposal was feasible.
"Besides the knight's lance, I'm actually good at gun-fu, Japanese swordsmanship, Shenzhou fist techniques—mostly Wing Chun—greatsword slashes, and scythe spins and footwork. We can take it slowly."
He made it sound entirely righteous.
Durandal had not met someone like this