Ye Chuqi met Uncle Quan's fist with her own. Her other hand never stopped moving. The heavy greatsword traced an impossible arc, gliding lightly but irresistibly toward his neck.
Uncle Quan was still reeling from the shock of having his punch blocked so casually—and of being utterly overpowered. Ye Chuqi even looked relaxed, a faint smile on her face, as though she had merely brushed away a fallen leaf.
Only when he felt the cold touch against his neck did Uncle Quan react. He pushed off hard, trying to evade her attack. He had mastered the Lu Family's distinctive Footwork Technique; unlike the younger members of the family, his skill was no mere show. But Ye Chuqi was faster. The instant he moved, she planted a foot where his next step would land, throwing him off balance and giving his shin a light kick.
With a Martial Grandmaster's formidable physique, Uncle Quan still thought he heard his bones creak under that light kick.
Uncle Quan knew that losing focus in a fight was deadly. But the shocks he had suffered today were too much. Every second, Ye Chuqi overturned what he thought he knew.
After that kick, Ye Chuqi pressed her advantage. Her greatsword swept across Uncle Quan's throat without the slightest pause, sending a startling spray of blood skyward.
Uncle Quan clutched his neck and retreated swiftly, his expression wary. Even allowing for Ye Chuqi's weapon, a greatsword's shape made it hard to wield as a sharp blade. A greatsword had no edge and was hindered by nothing. Yet with one light sweep, she had broken through his defenses using that edgeless blade. If he had dodged any slower, his head would no longer be on his shoulders.
Ye Chuqi did not pursue him. She rested the greatsword lightly