Mo Yun said no more. He turned toward Huang Wenjie and Huang Shan and watched them intently.
For the first time, Huang Wenjie drew the Black Saber at his waist.
Its blade was black as ink, with a faint, eerie gleam flowing along its edge. A dark red bead was set into the end of the hilt, exuding an almost imperceptible killing intent.
Not to be outdone, Huang Shan flourished her Willow-Leaf Sword into blossoms of sword light, snowy radiance shedding a piercing chill.
They traded blows, saber flashes and sword shadows weaving a sinister silver net across the Martial Training Ground.
The crisp clang of clashing blades rang out without pause. Sparks flew and force energy surged, making the surrounding manor guards' robes snap in the wind.
Huang Wenjie's saber technique was sweeping, fierce, and domineering. Every stroke carried the weight of a thousand tons, heavy with overwhelming force.
Huang Shan's swordsmanship was light and elusive, taking unexpected paths. Each thrust came from a treacherous angle, every move aimed at Huang Wenjie's vital points.
They exchanged dozens of moves, neither gaining the upper hand.
The watching manor guards stared without blinking, even holding their breath.
Both were at late bright strength, and their abilities were evenly matched. It was truly hard to say who would win.
Huang Wenjie was secretly startled. He considered his saber technique quite formidable, enough to rank him among the best third-class guards, yet he had never expected Huang Shan's swordsmanship to be so troublesome.
Huang Shan was equally apprehensive. Her swordsmanship relied on lightness and agility, and an opponent like Huang Wenjie, with his sweeping attacks and watertight defenses, was exactly what she feared most. Unable to break through despite repeated attacks, she was expending far more energy than he was.
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