"Is this sword... the trump card you prepared?" Luo Zhiyuan asked hesitantly. "I saw you use it to fight your way into the top ten. What's so special about it?"
With a light sweep of her sword, Ai Chen conjured a white halo. The corner of her mouth lifted. "This sword is called Flowing Light Nine Variations. It's a weapon for Martial Artists, on the same level as the Controller's Nine Great Divine Weapons. I expect it'll stay with me for quite a long time."
"At the moment, I can only use its second form in battle. The first form I used last time was the greatsword form. This is the second form, the longsword form."
"I only just found out that you're quite skilled with a sword, too. So this time, let me test your swordsmanship. As for my trump card, you'd better watch out!"
Curious, Luo Zhiyuan nodded as he took out the Shadow-Splitting Sword. "All right. I'd like to see what's different about your Flowing Light Nine Variations, too."
"Come at me. If I attack first, you might not get the chance to show what you can do."
Ai Chen glared at Luo Zhiyuan, then suddenly drew back the longsword in her hand and held it horizontally at her waist. Her wings beat sharply behind her, and she shot straight toward him.
Seeing that Ai Chen was still the same, charging straight ahead, Luo Zhiyuan shook his head with a soft sigh. It seemed there were plenty of habits she just couldn't change.
He angled the tip of the Shadow-Splitting Sword downward. As Ai Chen thrust her sword toward him, its tip carried a glint of light, like a meteor streaking toward him.
Luo Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and stepped sideways to evade the attack. The Shadow-Splitting