Not Much to It

Gu Sheng's eyes held approval as the qi sword in his hand turned into a streak of light, each block intercepting Gu Ningshuang's attacks with perfect precision.

He did not counterattack. Instead, he deliberately guided her sword path, as though they were having a silent exchange.

Qin Yurou watched in stunned amazement.

As an observer, she could clearly see that every movement Gu Sheng made seemed to anticipate Gu Ningshuang's sword techniques in advance. Wherever his qi sword pointed was inevitably the weakest point of Gu Ningshuang's sword momentum.

This was not a sparring match. It was guidance?

"Ning Shuang, he's feeding you moves!"

Qin Yurou could not help shouting.

Gu Ningshuang froze at those words, and her sword momentum paused slightly.

She looked at Gu Sheng. He winked at her, the familiar mischievous smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Senior Sister, focus."

Gu Sheng reminded her softly. His qi sword suddenly accelerated and lightly tapped her wrist.

A tingling numbness spread from her wrist, but Gu Ningshuang felt as though something in her mind had been stirred.

She stopped overthinking and focused entirely on her sword techniques.

Gradually, she felt herself enter a wondrous state. The Zhan Xue Sword seemed to become an extension of her arm, and every strike became smoother and more natural.

Gu Sheng noticed her change, satisfaction in his eyes.

He deliberately slowed his pace. The qi sword's trajectory became clearer, as though it were drawing an invisible diagram of the sword in the air.

"Sword intent."

Gu Ningshuang murmured, the light in her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"So that's how it is."

Qin Yurou held her breath as she watched the two figures in the arena move faster and faster, their sword lights weaving into an impenetrable net.

Though she did