Moonlight shone hazily over the courtyard.
Dressed in black, Xiao Zhuyun possessed an added touch of mysterious beauty. Sword in hand, she stood as the night wind swept past, her sleeves fluttering like those of an immortal.
"Having seen Brother Chen's saber technique yesterday, I've long wished to experience it for myself."
Her tone brimmed with powerful confidence, utterly unlike her usual gentleness, revealing the keen edge unique to a martial artist.
Chen Ming was somewhat surprised. It seemed that during yesterday's Martial Meet, she had concealed her strength and yielded to that young master of the Qin Family.
"Brother Chen, be careful!"
Xiao Zhuyun gave a soft cry and drew her sword. A flash of cold light abruptly appeared, shooting straight toward Chen Ming's chest.
The moment an expert made a move, one could tell whether they had the real thing.
This strike made Chen Ming feel immense pressure. He focused with all his might, swinging his saber upward to slash at her wrist.
"Good!"
Xiao Zhuyun's eyes lit up. She had never seen such a method of breaking a move before; it was exceptionally ingenious.
With a thought, she flicked her wrist. The sword light flashed as it stabbed toward his shoulder.
This thrust was faster than lightning.
Chen Ming had no time to think. His body reacted on its own. His shoulder sank, and his saber changed moves along with it, meeting her treasured sword.
Swish, swish, swish...
In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged seven or eight moves.
The two spectators beside them could only watch in a dizzying blur.
Huo Qianqian had only Ninth Rank cultivation, so naturally she could see nothing clearly.
Zhang Mingyu, however, watched with shining eyes, thrilled beyond measure. With the strength of those two working together,