"Moon Soul" launched its strike.
Cheng Xinzhan's emotions barely changed.
Only when he heard Peach Capital give a mournful cry did he feel some discomfort. The sword was blameless, and swords had no quarrels; only people took sides.
Moon Soul radiated icy cold, a trail of fine ice crystals streaming behind the flying sword as it approached at a leisurely pace.
Peach Capital carried blazing Bing Fire, brilliant morning clouds trailing behind it. The flying sword was hard to catch amid those clouds, so swift and nimble was its movement.
The sound of water suddenly came from the sky, like surging waves at sea.
Yet, dimly, Cheng Xinzhan seemed to see an actual crest of spray.
Peach Capital flashed and leaped, thrusting forward, but that crest of spray suddenly appeared in its path, slowing its advance by the slightest fraction.
In that brief opening, Moon Soul immediately closed against it.
Its azure blade pressed against Peach Capital. Moon Soul's tip turned with a seemingly slow yet truly swift motion, carrying a soft, yielding force of its own. It scraped across Peach Capital's blade in a shower of sparks. Moon Soul swept backward at the same time, but its speed dropped rapidly.
In just a few breaths, it actually forced Peach Capital to a halt.
Cheng Xinzhan was astonished.
He guided Peach Capital away and began another approach.
But the result was the same this time, and Peach Capital was nearly swept away.
She understood Peach Capital's movements perfectly. No, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she understood every key to sword control in the Scripture of the Swift Li Fire Sword as Expounded by Iron Crutch Li.
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