Clang, clang, clang!
Two sharp swords clashed, their strikes accompanied by flashes of literary aura that flickered in the darkness. By the light of those faint glimmers, Lin Feng could make out the person's general appearance. He wore a broad black cloak, its hood casting a shadow that concealed his entire face.
Only the flashes of literary aura revealed the faintest outline.
The sword at his waist was also of Central Plains design.
His swordsmanship was quite good.
Although Lin Feng had studied hard under Chu Yao and occasionally received guidance from other teachers, she focused more on civil administration. She was young and inexperienced, and had little talent for swordsmanship, so her overall ability was merely average. Against an opponent who surpassed her in experience, age, and swordsmanship, Lin Feng had no advantage at all. But the other person didn't seem intent on killing her and kept his sword raised in defense.
He held back.
Lin Feng, by contrast, had no such qualms.
For a time, the two fought to a standstill.
Perhaps he sensed that Lin Feng was prepared to cling to him no matter what, while ten formidable Martial Gall Warriors watched him from below. He stopped trying to prolong the fight, feinted, and sent a phantom to deceive Lin Feng's senses. By the time she recovered, a barrier of literary aura had blocked her path.
The Literary Scholar leaped down.
He seemed to be making a break for it.
Lin Feng ordered, "Stop him!"
The ten guards below had been waiting for those words.
To ensure Lin Feng's safety, Shen Tang had selected ten elite soldiers from the troops she had brought along. All of them were Martial Gall Warriors.
Their Martial Gall ranks were low, but they wouldn't flinch from ordinary foes or packs of