It flew toward her forehead.
"Smack! Smack!"
Her right hand flickered, catching both flying knives in an instant. But before Yuxuan could even take a closer look, Xiaodao had already rushed forward,
and this time... he showed no
mercy with the cleaver in his hand.
"Know your place!!"
Looking at the hysterical snarl on Xiaodao's face, Yuxuan got a little angry. The consequences... would be rather severe.
She turned the katana around in her hand. In that instant, she stepped forward with her right foot, planting it on the ground, then twisted at the waist
and swung the sword upward with a reverse grip!!
"Clang!!!"
The crash of metal rang out, sparks flew, and the impact of the two blades made the surrounding sounds fall silent for a moment. Almost everyone
instinctively covered their ears. The shrill noise made their heads ring.
"Clatter!"
With a crisp sound, the cleaver spun through the air and stuck into the ground. When everyone looked up again, they saw Xiaodao standing there,
his face blank as he stared at the... hilt in his hand.
At his throat, a sharp katana rested steadily.
"W-what... happened?"
"Xiaodao—Xiaodao's blade was cut off!?"
"Holy crap..."
Everyone was stunned.
Xiaodao was even more completely dumbfounded. He stared at the hilt in his hand, knowing... he had lost. He had lost so completely that there was
no excuse he could possibly give to explain what had happened.
As its owner, he knew better than anyone just how sturdy his beloved cleaver was.
And now, he hadn't even seen the moment its blade broke. He'd heard only the clash of metal, felt his hand tremble, and by the time he reacted,
all that remained... was the hilt.
"I lost."
Xiaodao looked at the girl, who was only as tall as his