Shi Hong looked up at Lu Yin, who was leaning against the wall. She didn't know. Perhaps the man was right—he was good at finding weaknesses, which was how he had survived one war after another.
"Sister Hong, Dragon Flash shouldn't be like that. Don't give up," another man couldn't help saying. He had always wanted to master this sword technique, but never could. He had even severed his own fingers several times trying to learn it, and greatly admired the technique. How could anyone break such a sword art so easily?
Shi Hong took a deep breath. "Of course I won't give up. I didn't use it properly and underestimated my opponent. I'll keep studying it once I'm back at the training grounds."
Nearby, Lu Yin rested his long sword on the ground, one finger pressing against the hilt as he idly turned it. The blade spun continuously, reflecting the light into countless bright points that joined into a line.
The girl's swordplay was actually quite good. The true killing move wasn't the spinning blade, but the points of light. Those reflected specks formed a dragon, and that dragon was the real attack. Whoever had created this sword technique was highly skilled. This move had probably been invented on a whim. It was flashy, but deadly too.
The people of Over Space didn't cultivate combat techniques. Lu Yin raised his head and looked into the distance. This was getting more and more interesting.
"Brother-in-law, you're amazing. But aside from looking pretty, I really couldn't see what was so good about that sword move. Sister Hong seemed pretty shaken," Luo Lao Er said, coming over.
Lu Yin asked, "How does the Illusory God Civilization compare to your Three Monarchs Space?"
Luo Lao Er was at a loss. "Brother-in-law, can you