Once they had caught their breath, both sheathed their weapons and returned to the center of the arena.
Hua Yuezhu folded her arms, holding her slender sword against her chest. A radiant smile bloomed on her lovely face, as warm as a spring breeze.
But the chill in her voice when she spoke next could have plunged someone into an icy abyss.
"Little Evil, you've gotten bold, haven't you? Trying to beat your big sister with swordsmanship. Well done!"
Her words sounded gentle, but her tone was icy. She was clearly a little angry.
"Hahaha, I just wanted you to experience my swordsmanship firsthand. Otherwise, you wouldn't have believed me."
Mo Xie gave an awkward laugh and scratched his head.
The next moment, his expression changed. His awkward smile vanished, his gaze sharpened, and he looked at Hua Yuezhu in earnest.
"Now that you've felt my swordsmanship for yourself, what do you think?"
At his words, the smile slowly faded from Hua Yuezhu's face. She closed her eyes and recalled their fight.
The more carefully she thought about it, the more startling the difference became. Compared with the swordsmanship he had just displayed, the style she had created was child's play. There was no comparison!
Whether in strength, speed, or technique, her swordsmanship fell short.
In the past, Hua Yuezhu might have remained proud of the style she had created, content to stay within her comfort zone.
But now she finally saw herself clearly. Her old pride fell away, and she began to rediscover what had first driven her to practice the sword.
For an instant, Hua Yuezhu felt as though she had touched something. Then it vanished, as if nothing had happened at all.
After a long while, she opened her eyes and sighed. There was no envy or