Seeing the tip of the soft sword knocked back by Zhang Xiaohua, Martial Uncle Ming was surprised but not flustered. He lowered his body, pulled back with his sword-holding right hand, and spun the soft sword in a circle. Just like Qin Shiyue of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, he slashed diagonally at Zhang Xiaohua's head.
Zhang Xiaohua cried, "Good!" He raised the heavy sword again and smashed it straight at the middle of the soft sword. This move had been invincible just now; every disciple had suffered under that single smash and regretted it too late. Yet Martial Uncle Ming did not evade. He continued chopping with the soft sword, but at the instant the two swords were about to meet, he flipped his wrist and struck Zhang Xiaohua's heavy sword with the flat of his blade. The tip of the soft sword immediately bent, like a venomous snake leaving its hole, and pecked at Zhang Xiaohua's eyes!
This soft sword was precisely the bane of Zhang Xiaohua's heavy sword.
Back when Zhang Xiaohua had been traveling to the Incense-Passing Cult, he had seen Peacock use a soft sword and already understood the traits of this weapon. Martial Uncle Ming's move was within his expectations. Zhang Xiaohua raised his left hand, curled his middle finger, aimed at the sword tip, and with a bang, flicked it dead on. An enormous force traveled into Martial Uncle Ming's hand, making him even more astonished. Was this inner force, or pure strength?
The tip of the soft sword was flicked flying by Zhang Xiaohua. Taking advantage of the motion, Zhang Xiaohua raised his left leg and kicked toward Martial Uncle Ming's waist. A faint smile appeared at the corner of Martial Uncle Ming's mouth. His left hand formed a claw, like an eagle's