Su Mucheng was a girl who used swordsmanship. She looked exceptionally delicate, but when she wielded the sword in her hand, she was unbelievably fast, giving people a heart-stopping feeling. Every battle carried fluctuations of vital energy; one careless mistake could easily result in injury.
"Take this!"
An Ruochen sensed the combination of hardness and softness in Su Mucheng's technique, and wariness rose in his heart. He immediately cast aside the idea of ending the battle quickly. After all, victory in battle could not be won through brute force alone.
Battle required skill. If one did not have the strength to face an opponent head-on, one should not imitate others and show off, only to end up being cut down with a single slash.
Su Mucheng watched the fan attacking her, her eyes filled with a faint sense of awareness as she grasped the power behind the attack at that moment.
Although her grasp was not particularly good, the battle had already revealed a harsh reality: it would be difficult for the fight to end quickly. To end it, she would have to control her opportunities and techniques. If she failed to seize her chances properly, winning in the end would be exceedingly unlikely.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
The battle had barely begun when a sword suddenly stabbed toward her from the side. Its speed was incredibly fast, and the surrounding spectators watched the two fight with pounding hearts, because this was not merely a battle between two people.
"This is a battle between two great families. I wonder who will claim the final victory and become the darling of this battle."
Su Mucheng was extremely powerful, but she spent most of her time on swordsmanship. An Ruochen, on the other hand, was an exception, spending most of his time on his