Xiang An did not answer. Keeping low to the ground, he suddenly sprang forward, his spear sweeping toward Xiang Liang's lower body.
Xiang Liang swept his spear sideways and leaped into the air, knocking Xiang An's spear off course. His body spun once in midair, and his spear tip slashed toward Xiang An's face.
But Xiang An did not evade. He threw himself backward together with his spear, silver light flashing as it carved a great arc through the air.
Clang—
The spear shafts collided, and neither side gained the advantage.
Xiang Liang landed, and Xiang An flipped back to his feet. Uncle and nephew had switched positions and faced each other once more.
Then Xiang An kicked his spear, letting it fall into the crook of his arm. Bracing it there, he clasped his fists and bowed. "Uncle, your technique is excellent. Your nephew has been bested by a small margin."
Xiang Liang paused, then smiled and shook his head. "You brat. There's no one else here—so what if you say I lost by a small margin? I'm not some stubborn old fossil."
"But you—and your brother." He suddenly drove his spear into the ground, then folded his arms and looked at the two with a smile. "The two of you are truly no slouches. Looks like Big Brother put a lot of effort into teaching you."
"You praise us too highly, Uncle. My brother and I still need much more training." Xiang Yu stepped beside Xiang An, a faint smile on his face.
Standing behind the two brothers, Xiang Lu shook his head helplessly. "Second Brother, that won't do. You were outmatched by a junior. If the two of them came at you together, wouldn't you lose within a few exchanges?"
"Then I'd lose. I'm a military man—I