"All right, let me see how much you've improved over the years, little sister Luo."
Shanyu Ada said no more. They were in the middle of a match, after all; he could hardly shamelessly stand there chatting about old times without fighting.
In the blink of an eye, he lowered his body and charged at Luo Shuihan like a ravenous beast pouncing on its prey.
Luo Shuihan swiftly drew her ice-blue Glazed Sword to meet him.
They traded blows back and forth amid flashing blades, making for a lively spectacle. Neither showed the slightest mercy; both gave it their all.
Shanyu Ada's moves were broad and sweeping, each blow bearing down like Mount Tai, heavy with tremendous force. Luo Shuihan, meanwhile, overcame hardness with softness, her moves like a spring breeze brushing the face. They were evenly matched opponents wielding two opposing styles.
"Luo Shen Sword Arts!"
Luo Shuihan cried softly. The Glazed Sword in her hand darted like a spirit snake emerging from its hole, growing faster and faster as it deftly deflected Shanyu Ada's attacks and seized openings to thrust at his vital points.
"Demon-Slaying Saber Art!"
Shanyu Ada roared and stopped holding back. Treating Luo Shuihan as a ferocious Demonic Beast, he swung his long saber with a tiger's roaring vigor, instantly leaving several wounds on her body and forcing her to retreat again and again.
They swiftly exchanged hundreds of moves. Luo Shuihan's impending defeat became increasingly apparent; she was on the verge of losing to Shanyu Ada.
But she could not accept it. Surrendering so easily was unbearable, as though it would desecrate her proud soul.
Thus, she secretly sent Shanyu Ada a voice transmission. No one knew what she told him in private.
A hint of delight crossed Shanyu Ada's face before it