Everyone present was a skilled martial artist. The two sides had exchanged only one move, yet their expressions had all changed.
It took time to describe that move, but the entire exchange had lasted no more than an instant. An instant could pass in the blink of an eye, yet their moves had already changed six or seven times. Their reactions and speed of adaptation were astonishing.
The attacker's performance was impressive enough, though heaven knew how many times she had practiced that ingenious, uncanny move. The defender was truly formidable. Forced to respond without warning, he had unraveled each layer of her fierce, unpredictable attack without a single misstep. However the sword changed course, his blade followed, always barring its path.
Because his blade had kept her sword in check, the woman from Purple Cloud Palace had exhausted her move, leaving their weapons to collide at the end.
At first glance, the exchange looked like a draw. But anyone with a discerning eye could tell that A-Fei's saber technique had surpassed the Purple Cloud Palace woman's swordsmanship by a little.
With saber skills like that, it was no wonder even a Purple Cloud Palace disciple, known for her arrogance and coldness, had offered a few polite words.
But Pan Long had no intention of letting it end there!
She had attacked him for no reason, and her first move had been vicious. If he had not reacted quickly, he might have taken a sword thrust.
If he could swallow that, he might as well be a ninja turtle!
The people of Purple Cloud Palace truly were savage and overbearing, beyond all reason! No wonder his father, such a good man that he never haggled when buying things and merely smiled when his mother criticized him, had been willing to