Bzzzt!
Two deep crimson Bone-Eroding Light Swords crashed violently together, the burst of scarlet light making Jiang Han and Histeria's faces look as though they had been drenched in blood.
Xiya, clad in a skintight one-piece combat suit, let out a dark chuckle. She thrust her Bone-Eroding Light Sword straight forward, while the twin cat tails behind her lashed the ground. Five spell bullets appeared in succession behind Jiang Han at the same time.
Jiang Han glanced back from the corner of her eye. Her left thumb, index finger, and middle finger pinched the light sword's hilt, while her ring finger and little finger flicked out a curse. The five spell bullets collided with the spell behind her. Rather than forcing a block with her three-finger grip, she gave the sword a nimble flick. Like a leap in a dance, she brought her abdomen toward the blade, yet swept its edge toward Xiya's neck—a sword dance red as blood.
A shadowy smile appeared on Histeria's face. She discarded her sword with her right hand, arched backward into a retreating jump, and exerted force through her waist as she fell through the air, somehow correcting her posture midair and catching the discarded light sword in her left hand. Light sword struck light sword once again, magical radiance scattering everywhere, while Jiang Han's tail sword stabbed nothing but air.
After two exchanges of clashing light swords, the two gravity-defying witches floated lightly back to the ground.
Hiss—
Xiya put away her light sword and gave her head a small shake.
"Today's swordsmanship training ends here."
"Eh!" Jiang Han put away her light sword with a disgruntled look and swished her tail. "Why, why?"
Xiya changed into her usual gothic dress, raising both hands behind her head to tie up her hair. At